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
Marisa was surprised to hear that Morel had come to the party. "Did you come? Are you just watching from afar?" Marisa asked curiously, as she hadn't seen Morel throughout the night. She remembered the lively party, with elegant guests and sparkling lights illuminating the entire room. "I really didn't see you, even though I was paying close attention to my surroundings," Marisa added with wonder. "Were you hiding behind a curtain or perhaps standing in a dark corner?"Morel smiled meaningfully, his lips curving delicately as if holding a great secret. He looked at Marisa with shining eyes, giving the impression that he was enjoying this moment. "I was very close to them, even to you," Morel replied softly yet confidently, making Marisa even more curious.Marisa's face immediately took on a surprised look, her eyes widening and her mouth opening slightly. She furrowed her brows, trying to remember every detail she might have missed. "Is it possible that..." she started to say, but he
Upon arriving at the New Est Hotel, Marisa parked her car in front of the grand entrance. Morel opened the door and got out of the car, then turned to Marisa with a smile full of gratitude. "Thank you for driving me, Marisa. I really appreciate your help."Marisa smiled and felt proud to be able to help. "No problem, Morel. I'm glad I could help you. I hope your business here goes well."Morel nodded. "I'm sure everything will be fine. We'll talk later, okay?"However, curiosity haunted his mind. "Morel, do you have any business dealings at this hotel?" Marisa asked in a soft yet curious voice.Morel smiled faintly, a little mysteriously. "It's a secret," making Marisa even more curious and respectful of Morel's privacy.After getting out of the car, Morel thanked her. "Thank you for driving me, Marisa. I really appreciate your help.""No problem, Morel. I'm glad I could help. I hope your business here goes well," Marisa replied with a smile."Have a nice day," Morel added before step
The meeting in the VIP room of the New Est Hotel went smoothly. Everyone present followed Morel's directions attentively, ensuring that every important detail was thoroughly discussed. With his calm yet firm demeanor, Morel presided over the meeting, carefully going through every document that had been prepared.The meeting began with a presentation from Mr. Wilbert on the hotel's performance over the past six months. Each point was discussed in detail, and Morel gave his responses meticulously. Every document presented was carefully examined, and Morel did not hesitate to offer criticism or praise.After a while, Morel paused, lifting his gaze from the pile of documents in front of him. "These documents are excellent and satisfactory," he said in a serious but appreciative tone.The meeting participants looked at each other, relieved to hear the praise. They had worked hard to prepare everything, and hearing Morel's praise was a big deal.Morel continued, "Mr. Wilbert, your work is e
Morel arrived in front of the bar where the meeting was held. He observed his surroundings for a moment before stepping inside. The bar looked elegant, with soft lighting that created a cozy atmosphere. He was immediately directed to the VIP room that Basko and the others had reserved.As Morel opened the door to the VIP room, he saw that Basko and his colleagues were already seated at a large table filled with lavish food and drinks. They all smiled broadly and stood up to greet him with energetic hospitality. The table was filled with various delicacies, from elegant appetizers to mouthwatering main courses, surrounded by bottles of expensive wine and a wide selection of exotic drinks."Mr. Morel, welcome!" Basko said enthusiastically, his hand gesture inviting Morel to come closer. We're so glad you could come. We have prepared everything for this evening, from a specially designed menu to a cozy atmosphere to make you feel appreciated. We hope this evening will be an enjoyable and
Basko looked nervous and tried to keep his composure, although the discomfort was clearly visible on his face. "But this drink is poured for you, sir," he said, holding up the glass with a slightly trembling, hesitant hand.Morel remained staring intently at Basko, eyes filled with an intensity that could not be ignored. His voice became colder and more pressing, "Wouldn't you drink it if I gave it to you? If you feel hesitant, there may be reasons we need to talk about. But don't let your discomfort get in the way of what should be part of this evening."Basko rubbed his sweaty forehead, still looking very nervous. "Really, Mr. Morel," he explained further, "although this drink is indeed of high quality, I do not feel worthy to drink it. I'm just a staff member, and it doesn't seem appropriate for me to enjoy something so special. Besides, I'd rather ensure all the guests get the best service possible without putting myself in a situation that might be considered rude."Morel looked
Before Morel decided to go to the bar where the meeting was being held, he already sensed that something was wrong. Perhaps Basko and his friends were devising a sinister plan. With his sharp instincts, Morel decided not to take any chances. Before leaving, he contacted Doris, his loyal servant who was always by his side in difficult situations. Doris is a reliable figure with expertise in many things, including tactics and protection. Morel told Doris all his worries and asked for his help."Doris, I'm going to Basko and his friends' meeting tonight," Morel said in a serious tone. I have a feeling that something isn't right. They might be planning something bad. I need you to be ready to help if anything happens."Doris listened intently, his face showing understanding and readiness. "Take it easy, Master Morel. I'll be ready. If there are any signs of danger, just press this button, and I will come as quickly as possible with my team." Doris handed over a small button that could be