Morel, who was sitting at the dining table. On a sunny morning, sunlight streamed softly through the dining room's large windows, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Enjoying a perfectly prepared breakfast. Beside him, Doris stood swiftly, ready to serve Morel's every need. The subtle clink of cutlery against porcelain plates filled the quiet room.Doris, who had long served Morel and always put his safety first, looked at his master with confusion. "Is Master sure about hiring Master's friend as Master's chauffeur?" He asked hesitantly, worry reflected on his loyal face.Morel lifted his gaze from his plate, looking at Doris calmly and confidently. "I'm sure, Doris. I know very well how skilled Liam is at driving," he replied, his voice firm yet soft, showing unwavering confidence.Doris nodded slowly, although the look on his face reflected a doubt that hadn't completely disappeared. "But he doesn't even know who Master More is yet. Will he be able to keep the secret?" Doris as
Liam, who was standing by the door, was immediately alert. "Ready, Master," Liam replied excitedly. He immediately prepared the car in the garage. After ensuring everything was ready, Liam escorted Morel to the car and opened the door politely."Please, Master Morel," Liam said in a respectful tone. Morel got into the car, and Liam closed the door carefully before rushing into the driver's seat.They drove through the city, and when they arrived at a magnificent building, Liam looked at it. He got out of the car and quickly opened the door for Morel. "Please, Master Morel," Liam said with a slight bow.Morel got out of the car quietly and said, "Thank you. You just wait here, Liam.""Yes, Master, of course," Liam replied happily. He felt proud and excited about his duties. After Morel entered the building, Liam returned to the car, sitting in the driver's seat and pondering."Wow, Morel is really good," Liam muttered to himself. "How could he have kept it a secret all this time that h
Morel and Doris were leaving the building after a long day of work. The sky was already dark, and the building lights were on, illuminating their way. Morel had a file in his hand, pointing at some documents with a severe expression. "I think this management structure should be changed because it looks messy," he said sternly, his eyes not leaving the documents he held.Always alert and ready to carry out orders, Doris immediately replied, "Yes, Master. I will change it according to Master's wishes." He looked attentively at Morel, making sure he understood all the instructions given.Morel paused momentarily near the exit, looking over the documents again before handing them to Doris. "Also, make sure that all reports are organized and clear. I don't want any more chaos in the administration. It's essential for the smooth running of our operations," Morel continued, his voice showing how significant the changes were.Doris nodded with confidence. "Of course, Master. I will organize e
Morel and Marisa sat in a café near the building where they worked. Meanwhile, Doris stood next to Morel, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Marisa felt uncomfortable seeing Doris standing, considering that Doris was a higher-ranking person than her."Excuse me, Mr. Doris, why are you standing? Sit with us," Marisa said awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable seeing Doris standing there."No, I'll stand next to my master. It would be strange to sit with the Master I serve," Doris replied firmly, emphasizing his respect and professionalism.Marisa then looked at Morel with growing curiosity. "So, Mr. Doris has been serving you all this time, Morel?"Morel nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "Yes, he is my servant. Doris has worked with me for many years, and he has always been loyal.""So it's true that you're a descendant of the Spencer family?" Marisa asked again to confirm, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and slight doubt.Morel simply nodded, looking at Marisa calmly as if giving her
Morel sat at his desk, surrounded by neatly organized files. The desk lamp shone on the list of women's names compiled by Doris, giving a clear view of each woman listed there. All the women on the list were from influential families.Morel let out a long sigh, his strong but elegant hands tracing the names on the paper. Each name carried hope and expectation but also a great responsibility. He put down the list of names carefully, turning his gaze to Doris, who stood before him with great attention and readiness."All the women on this list would want to be matched to me, right? Because it will add profit to themselves and their families." Morel said as he pointed to the list of names Doris had given him.Doris was then a little confused by Morel's statement. "Of course, yes, Master. Then, will Master reject them all?"Morel shook his head. "No, I will test them all."Doris became even more confused. "How will Master test them all?"Morel said casually, "I will organize a party, and
Marisa arrived at the party venue hosted by Morel, surveying her surroundings with slightly confused eyes. The grand building and lavish decorations made her feel small and unsure of herself. The guests were the children of prominent families, looking elegant in expensive dresses and glittering jewelry. Marisa let out a long sigh, feeling a little awkward because of this invitation. She was still confused as to why Morel had asked her to come to this party, considering she came from an ordinary family."What am I doing here?" Marisa said to herself. "This all looks so fancy, and I'm just from an ordinary family. Why did Morel ask me to come?"As Marisa walked through the halls filled with influential people, she felt the sardonic gazes of the other ladies glancing at her sharply. They were watching Marisa from top to bottom, assessing every detail of her appearance. Marisa tried to ignore their stares. She knew that she had not come to compete with them in terms of looks or social sta
Marisa and the maid finally reached the medicine storage area. Marisa deftly took the first aid kit and cleaned and bandaged the servant's injured hand. "You'd better rest," Marisa said as she applied the last plaster. "You look very tired."The maid smiled weakly, "Thank you, Miss. You are very kind. But I feel bad for troubling you. You'd better go back to the party room."Marisa shook her head, "No need. I don't like being there. I'm not the type of woman who likes to gossip like them."The waitress looked at Marisa curiously, "So, what do you want to do?"Marisa sighed long, "I'd rather work or do something else useful than gossip like those in the party room. I guess I'll be here for a while. This event should be over soon, and I can go straight home."She then took a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to the maid. "Use this to wipe your sweat."The maid accepted the handkerchief with trembling hands, her eyes glazed over. "Thank you, Miss. You are different. Many people on
When the maid delivered the shocking news, the tension in the room immediately rose. The ladies present began to glance at each other in exasperation. Some faces turned red with anger, while others showed expressions of disbelief."What do you mean, none of us are worthy?" a young lady with long brown hair in a gold-coloured dress spoke up, her tone full of discontent."No way! I don't believe a word you say!" another lady exclaimed in a high voice, her face flushed with anger. She stepped forward, challenging the servant."I want to see Mr. Spencer in person!" a blonde woman in an elegant red dress added, her voice echoing throughout the room. "I want to hear it from him if it's true!"The party room was becoming increasingly noisy. The ladies began to stand up from their seats, some moving forward to approach the waiter with angry and unaccepting expressions. Conversation rippled among them, and voices of disappointment and anger filled the room."This must be a misunderstanding!" a