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
Morel looked at them with a wide, sardonic smile. His gaze was filled with confidence and satisfaction at the chaos before them. Meanwhile, the previously loud and approaching footsteps suddenly stopped. Silence replaced the commotion that had filled the room.Martin, who seemed a little relieved, let out a long breath and said in a tone that tried to sound casual, "It must just be people who rented another room nearby and came in groups. There's probably nothing for us to worry about."Martin's other friends nodded in agreement, visibly trying to calm themselves down. They began to turn their attention away from the door and refocus on the situation before them.However, Rina didn't seem so sure. She glanced warily at the door, still thinking of other possibilities. Her heart was pounding, and sweat began to run down her forehead. "I originally thought that it might be Morel's friends coming to help him," she muttered as she nervously wiped the sweat from her forehead.Rina tried to
Martin, who saw Morel sitting casually and speaking in a powerful tone, felt his anger rising. In his view, Morel seemed pretentious and arrogant, making Martin determined to deliver one blow to vent his frustration. He looked around for an opening, observing every movement in the room.When Martin saw an opportunity, he sprinted toward Morel, ready to throw a punch. However, before his fist reached the target, one of Morel's guards, with incredible reflexes, immediately moved to stop him. The bodyguard caught Martin's arm firmly, instantly stopping his attack.With a quick and efficient movement, Morel's bodyguard slammed Martin's body to the floor with enough force to break his nose. Martin lay on the floor, blood flowing from his nose, adding to the tense atmosphere in the room. Intense pain radiated on his face, and he could only moan in pain.Morel stared at the scene calmly as if this was all part of a plan he had carefully prepared. He looked at Martin on the floor coldly and s
They all immediately bowed their heads and fell prostrate on the floor, each apologizing while crying. With her body trembling and tears rolling down her cheeks, Rina tried to overcome the deep fear. Her voice was barely audible. "Mr. Morel, I am truly sorry. Please forgive me. I am truly sorry and ready to accept any consequences of my actions. Don't... don't let me die here."Martin, prostrate next to him with a broken nose and a pale and remorseful face, said hoarsely, "Mr. Morel, please, give us a chance to right this wrong. We have made a big mistake, and we will do whatever it takes to prove our regret. We will never repeat this mistake again."In fear and tension, the call girls prostrate themselves on the floor. They whispered, "Please, Mr. Morel, let us go home. We're just doing our jobs and don't know what's happening here. We really want to return to our homes and don't want to get further involved."Their cries and pleas filled the room, reflecting the panic and fear that
After the business at the bar was over, Morel felt exhausted, "I'd better go back home and rest while I calm down."He walked out of the VIP room with firm steps, leaving the commotion that had just taken place behind him. Outside, the night was getting late, the air was bone-chillingly cold, but Morel ignored it. When he got into his waiting car, the driver immediately started the engine and drove slowly down the almost empty city streets.Morel sat quietly in the back seat, his head resting on the headrest, while his eyes stared blankly out the window. The glow of the streetlights between the shadows of the trees made the night feel even more sombre. His mind began to fill with various thoughts that kept coming up, hitting his consciousness one after another. Everything he had done tonight, all the decisions he had made, both right and wrong, swarmed his mind mercilessly.Outside the window, the usually bustling city was now quiet and still. The neon lights twinkling in the distance
Alberix sat in his brightly lit room, his gaze fixed on the large screen showing Doris' press conference. From the start, he was calm and confident, certain that all his plans would go smoothly. However, when Doris presented the evidence against him, his expression began to change.He frowned, trying to understand every word Doris was saying. "No way! He can't do this to me!" he thought, agitated. Doris's calm, confident voice continued to ring out, describing the criminal acts he was accused of. When photos and videos of his lies appeared on the screen, Alberix's anger boiled over. "How dare he attack me like this!" he screamed in a trembling voice. Resentment and helplessness overcame him, and he wrung his hands on the table, grunting in frustration.Alberix stood up, no longer able to sit still. He stepped back, casting his eyes around the room, planning his next move. "This cannot go on. Doris has made a terrible mistake. He will pay for this," he muttered, teeth clenched tightly
There was a young servant pushing the tea table, the young servant looked nervous as he pushed the small table on which was a tray of hot tea. When he reached the door of Morel's room, he knocked carefully, hoping not to disturb his master. From inside came a calm but firm voice, "Come in."Slowly, the maid opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes briefly glancing at Morel who was busy behind the counter, immersed in his work. Without saying much, she poured tea into the prepared cup and placed it on the table in front of Morel. "Here, please, Master," he said in a polite and somewhat shaky voice, trying his best not to make a mistake. After that, he quickly turned around, intending to quickly exit the room.However, the sudden sound of Morel's heavy voice made him stop immediately. "Wait a minute," Morel said, standing up from his chair. "Stop right there."The maid instantly stopped in place, looking down deeply as she said, "What is it, Master?"Morel looked at her sharply, not
Inside a luxurious yet dimly-lit room, the atmosphere was warm and intimate. The walls are adorned with classical paintings, while dim lamps cast a soft glow throughout. In the background, jazz music played softly, mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses and the breeze from the slightly moving curtains.There was laughter, laughter filled with satisfaction and pride. In the center of the room, Alberix danced in a relaxed style, his steps light and to the beat of the music. In his hand, there was a glass of gold-colored drink that he occasionally lifted to take a sip. His face wore an expression of great joy, as if the world was on his side."How marvelous!" he said with another laugh, his eyes shining with sly excitement. He twisted his body elegantly, as if nothing could hinder his happiness that night. "This-this is so good. Look at all the bad press about Morel Spencer. The public hates him!" Alberix laughed even harder, the sound echoing throughout the room, filling the space
The news about Morel Spencer has reached a breaking point, becoming the main topic of every news channel, online discussion, and street conversation. Every article broadcasts a news story, and social media tweets revolve around the same conclusion: Morel Spencer should be held responsible for this mess.The video footage circulating online only made matters worse. The video shows Morel and Marisa leaving their mansion and heading to their car as if running away from trouble. All the evidence that emerged was deliberately cut from only one point of view, giving the strong impression that Morel was the mastermind behind the chaos that destroyed businesses across the city. Images of the black-clad rioters, who vandalized shops and named Spencer as their master, have reinforced the accusation that Morel was involved in this sinister conspiracy."Morel Spencer is a threat to us all!" asserted a political analyst on a talk show. "People like him use their power and money to control things,
The news quickly shook the Spencer family's reputation. Their company's share price fell sharply, creating panic among investors. Many began to demand that Morel Spencer be brought to justice, calling for him to take responsibility for the chaos. The mass media fervently heralded the news, highlighting how dangerous Morel's actions were to society. "Morel Spencer's reckless actions have jeopardised public safety!" screamed one news headline, complete with video footage showing the chaos in the streets. The public began reporting Morel en masse, with many voices calling for the authorities to take action. They claimed that Morel's reckless behaviour had created insecurity in their neighbourhoods. "We can't let someone like that roam around without consequences!" said one resident in an interview, expressing widespread anger. This made the situation even more tense. Marisa, who had been following the news with interest, felt how unfair all the accusations were. "This cannot be allowe
Marisa stared at her phone screen with bated breath, her eyes unblinking as the news about the mess involving Morel Spencer was displayed there. Breaking News: Street Chaos Caused by Morel Spencer?Tuesday night, a vast chaos rocked one of the city's main streets, involving Morel Spencer, the heir to the Spencer family, in a horrendous shootout. This riot caused mass fear but also caused severe traffic jams and undermined public order.Initial reports suggest that this incident was triggered by Morel Spencer's presence at the location. The attackers, suspected to be an organised armed group, seem to have planned this attack well in advance. However, some sources indicate that Morel's presence and manoeuvring in the business world attracted powerful enemies, eventually leading to this violent incident.Eyewitnesses mentioned that gunshots were clearly heard, with bullets hitting various vehicles around the scene. According to residents, Morel Spencer's convoy was travelling at high sp
The situation around Morel's place was utterly chaotic. The sudden attack from an unknown party had created great chaos. The sounds of explosions and gunfire filled the air, causing panic among the people who were there. Fear-filled faces ran for cover, not knowing what exactly was going on. Some people shouted, "Is this a terrorist attack?" The atmosphere grew tense while others desperately asked, "Why aren't any police here?"Amidst the chaos, a young woman ran around frantically, tears in her eyes, her face pale with fear. "Help, help me! I don't want to die here!" she screamed, her voice drowned out by the growing commotion. She began to get hysterical, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, the sound of a bullet whizzed by her, just inches from her head. The bullet pierced through the air with terrifying speed, making her gasp in shock. In an instant, her body fell to the ground, collapsing instantly from the fear that surpassed her limits. The people who witnessed the incident gre
Marisa and Morel were startled as the car suddenly stopped, causing their bodies to nearly collide with the front seats. They exchanged worried glances, especially Marisa. Her face was shocked, her eyebrows raised, and her mouth slightly agape.Her eyes widened as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. She leaned back into her seat, gripping the armrests tightly, her body tense with anxiety.They turned toward Doris, who was still staring straight ahead, her face tight with tension. “Doris, what’s happening?” Morel asked, his voice tinged with concern.Doris exhaled before responding, “Someone is blocking our path, Master.”Marisa and Morel looked ahead. Right in front of their car, another black car was parked horizontally, blocking their way. A man in a black t-shirt and matching sunglasses sat behind the wheel; visible through the dark lenses, his gaze exuded intimidation. Something about his demeanor raised suspicions.Marisa's heart pounded in her chest. She clutched her cloth
The press conference began in a grand and spacious room with over a hundred gathered reporters. The event was broadcast live on all television stations and social media platforms, attracting the attention of millions across the region. They all knew that Today, Morel Spencer, the mysterious figure who had long been hidden behind the shadows of his family, would finally speak. The atmosphere was tense, and the lights from the cameras flashed, illuminating Morel.With confidence, he stood in front of the podium, gazing at the journalists with a firm look. The noise of clicking cameras gradually subsided as he began to speak. "Thank you to everyone who is here Today. Today, I want to reveal something very important—about who I am, and I am here to declare that I am the leader of the Spencer family."Morel took a deep breath, fully aware of the weight of his words. His declaration would soon make it known to the public that he was now the head of the Spencer family.He concluded his speec