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
Morel and Marisa were now in the car, driving quietly towards their destination. The afternoon sunlight comes in through the car windows, creating a cosy atmosphere in the cabin. Marisa, sitting next to Morel, couldn't hide her smile. She felt happy that Morel had quickly accepted her invitation to attend her acquaintance's birthday party. Marisa glanced at Morel occasionally with a wide smile, her heart beating excitedly. Earlier, when she invited Morel, she had been a little anxious about whether Morel would agree, but Morel's response was so positive and quick. The atmosphere in the car was warm, and Marisa felt that this was a good opportunity to get closer to Morel."Thank you for coming, Morel," Marisa said excitedly. "I really wish you could come. This event looks like it will be a lot of fun."Morel smiled a little, seeing the cheerful Marisa. "Of course, Marisa. I'd love to come. I don't have much to do tonight, so it's fine to come."Marisa glanced at Morel, her eyes shinin
The man took a deep breath, then leaned back casually on the table, a faint but proud smile painted on his face. "My name is Vincent," he said in a confident tone that almost sounded dismissive, "Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm one of Marisa's longtime acquaintances-indeed, arguably, one of the ones who means the most to her."He swept his gaze around the room in a manner that suggested he felt above it all. "We have many stories, far more than you can imagine," he continued as if every word that came out of his mouth was something essential and precious.Vincent's gaze then refocused on Morel, his eyes shining with a hint of arrogance. "Actually, I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned my name to you yet," he said in a condescending tone. "But, yeah, maybe he's just too busy with other things... or other people."After introducing himself, Vincent glanced at Morel from toe to head as if assessing Morel's appearance carefully. "Of course, there's no way someone like you is Marisa's boyfrien
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