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
As Morel rested in his room, he decided to play with his cell phone and unintentionally look at the latest news about the chaos at the bar that night. He was surprised to see a prominent headline about the incident. The news reported that a considerable commotion took place at the bar, which then led to a heated argument between several people that eventually led to a death. Although Morel knew precisely what happened and who was responsible, the news story presented a different version. In the report, it was said that the cause of the victim's death was the inevitable commotion amongst themselves. Morel then started scrolling through the comments on the news video, trying to get an idea of how people responded to the incident and what they thought of the version of the news presented.@Gilrsi: "What really happened in that bar? This news makes me curious. Why did someone die? There seems to be something wrong here."@Lia_G*7: "Crazy! Another place that became a scene of chaos. This
After hearing Morel's answer, the two girls enthusiastically introduced themselves. "I'm Clara, and this is my friend, Lisa," the more confident girl said as she pointed at the girl beside her. Both looked very friendly and curious about the person in front of them.Clara continued, "We were very interested in how you drove earlier. It was really amazing! We often come to this race track, but honestly, we've never seen someone drive with such skill and control. We've also never seen you around here before. Are you new in town?"Morel stared at them momentarily before answering calmly, "Yes, you're right. I am indeed new here for the first time. I've never had the chance to visit this place before."Lisa, who had been mostly silent, finally said, "That makes sense. This place is usually only visited by locals or those who frequent this place. It's nice to meet someone new."Clara nodded in agreement, "Right, and we were wondering if you plan to come here often? This place can be quite
The two girls, Clara and her friend, were still enjoying their meal, big smiles plastered on their faces. They seemed very grateful and once again expressed their gratitude to Morel."Thank you very much, Morel. You're such a nice person," Clara said with a sweet smile.Her friend, who had been silent, added, "Yes, it's really lucky that we got to meet you. Can we have your cell phone number to keep in touch?"However, Morel shook his head slowly without hesitation. "I'm sorry, but my cell phone number cannot be given to anyone."Both girls' looks instantly turned slightly disappointed, though their smiles remained. "Well, that's too bad," Clara sighed softly. You must be a really great person to be so careful."Morel just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Well, maybe," he replied in a light tone. He didn't want to get caught up in the conversation any longer, especially after receiving that strange letter. His eyes returned to staring at the letter on the table while their minds stil
In a quiet café, Morel and Marisa sat across from each other. Morel stared at the glass before him, his fingers gripping the rim without moving. His gaze was blank as if his mind was far away.Marisa, who had known Morel for a long time, could sense that something was bothering he. She watched carefully as Morel's fingers gripped the rim of the glass as if searching for a grip amid her confusion. However, she remained silent, waiting for the right moment to ask.Several minutes passed in a strange silence. Finally, Marisa, in a half-joking tone, tried to break the ice. "Morel, did you come here just to stare at that glass? Or maybe you're trying to find something in it?"Surprised to hear the question, Morel seemed to wake up from his reverie. He smiled a little, though his smile seemed a little forced. "Of course not," he replied shortly before finally taking a sip of his drink, perhaps more to calm his self down than to enjoy the taste.However, Marisa was not gullible. She knew Mor