Chapter 8

"Blackmailing you?" Bob, the manager of the place, frowned at Morel in astonishment. "What do you have, huh? You think you have something to blackmail?" they approached him and spoke in a challenging tone.

Morel replied to the way they stared flatly. He knew they were not people to talk to, but he just wanted to finish what he had started. He didn't want to be considered irresponsible or suddenly disappear.

But those arrogant people did not appreciate his goodwill to end their working relationship on good terms. "You should be grateful that I didn't report you to the police for theft," Bob exclaimed harshly at Morel.

Morel tried to act calmly, even though their words made little sense. "I didn't steal anything." He asserted that calmly, he couldn't steal such a trivial item. It was hardly even valuable for him.

Bob looked at him sarcastically. "Carrying things without permission means you're stealing. Are you so stupid that you don't know that?" he shouted in front of Morel, his gaze