"How dare you falsely accuse me!"After that, Bob turned his face towards Mr. Francis. Instantly, the angry hue on his face turned into a hopeful expression. "That's not true, Mr. Francis. As you know, I have worked hard for this company, making this business flourish. Our customers often praise our performance. Don't believe in the words of that liar," Bob said with confidence, trying hard to strengthen his position.Meanwhile, Alan and Rick could only stand silently in the corner of the room, occasionally exchanging glances and nodding in agreement with what Bob said. As ordinary employees, they felt they had neither the courage nor the authority to speak directly to Mr. Francis. The shadow of tension and respect for the company owner made them reluctant to speak up. They have long trusted and depended on Bob, the manager. With hearts pounding, they hoped that Bob's words could convince Mr. Francis and save them all from the increasingly heated situation.Morel silently listened to Bo
A week had passed since the incident. Now, Morel sat at the dining table, enjoying the delicious breakfast served by his servant, Doris. The food served in front of him looked appetizing, showing the skill and care with which Doris had prepared it. While Doris was just standing behind Morel's seat.“Doris, why don't you sit next to me and eat with me?” Morel invited happily.Doris looked surprised at Morel's request. Quickly, she bowed her head as a sign of respect before replying, “Sorry, Master, I can't do that. My duty is to serve you.” Morel sighed, then placed the spoon and fork on her plate. “Doris, after everything that has happened, I feel that there are many things that must change. You've done a lot to help me. Doris bowed her head politely, refusing Morel's offer in a respectful yet firm tone. “I'm sorry, Master. I can't do it. It is my duty and honor to serve you, not to sit and dine with you. It would be inappropriate.” Morel realized that Doris was sticking to his ethi
All of them were surprised to hear what Morel said, so all eyes were on him. Because they all often passed through the Grand Houston area and admired the splendor of the houses there.With a look of astonishment, the golf course ranger couldn't hide his growing curiosity. "Do you live in the house at the far end of the building, sir?"In front of the doorman, Morel nodded his head and, with a flawless face, replied, "Yes, this is my house. I live there." The look in Morel's eyes indicated the belief that the house really belonged to him.However, when the man who bumped into Morel earlier was somewhat annoyed to hear it, his voice sounded firm and loud, "Hey, don't lie. I know you don't live there because I've never seen you there or around the neighborhood,". The man's eyes displayed doubt.The expression on Morel's face was full of undeniable truth and firmness. "I'm not lying, I do live there,"The man arrogantly took every inch of Morel's body, from top to bottom. He spoke in a vo
The golf course doorman and Treyal looked very surprised to hear the apology from the golf course owner to Morel. Moreover, the doorman or employee of the golf course owner had never seen his boss bow and apologize so sincerely. "What are you doing, sir? Why would you apologize to someone like him?" he asked in a confused and doubtful tone.Treyal, who had underestimated Morel from the beginning, thought that the golf course owner was only apologizing as a formality and would send Morel away immediately after that. His conviction was evident from the look of satisfaction in his eyes as if he believed the situation was still in his favor. "Ah, I see now," Treyal said with a sarcastic laugh. "So, you're just apologizing first before sending him away, right?" Because to Treyal, the golf course owner's father was so respectable and had a very good attitude, he thought the golf course owner would kick Morel out after apologizing. "I knew you wouldn't let someone like him stay here," he con
Treyal, feeling caught between humiliation and mounting tension, paused for a moment. His expression turned into a mixture of anger and disbelief. He knew that going against the owner's decision could be bad for his reputation, but his pride could not accept defeat easily. Treyal stepped closer to Morel with steady steps. "So, you want to kick me off this field now?" he demanded in a sharp voice, glaring directly at Morel with a piercing gaze and demanding an answer to his firm decision to play alone.Morel remained silent, letting his unanimous decision speak for him. His eyes looked at Treyal with firmness, but no words came out of his mouth. He chose not to engage in a direct altercation with Treyal, showing that he preferred to maintain his composure rather than get involved in an unnecessary argument. His silence emphasized that his decision was final and inviolable, with no need to voice it.Then Treyal approached the pitch owner. His expression filled with tension. "You can't
Morel had finished practicing golf and walked off the course, feeling relieved as he stretched his slightly sore body. With a satisfied smile, he reflected on his new experience. As it turns out, playing golf is quite fun and challenging, even more than he imagined before. It's no wonder many wealthy people have golf as their favorite hobby. The million-dollar price tag of golf clubs reflects the exclusivity and prestige of the sport. Morel felt he understood more and more the appeal and charm of the game that is often considered a symbol of social status, and he was a little mesmerized by it all. It opened his eyes to a whole new world that he had never explored before, adding color to his already diverse life.After finishing his golf practice, Morel decided to go home after a long day on the golf course. Once at the door, he was warmly greeted by Doris, his loyal butler, who was always waiting with a friendly smile. "Welcome, Master Morel," Doris greeted, bowing slightly as a sign
The next day, Doris was already waiting for Morel in front of the house. With an attitude full of enthusiasm, he stood beside the car that was ready to depart. His eyes were full of eagerness and willingness to serve Morel faithfully. As a loyal servant, Doris was prepared to ensure that all preparations had been made perfectly to ensure Morel's comfort and satisfaction during the trip. He had checked every detail, from the car's cleanliness to ensuring that everything Morel needed was available in the vehicle.As Morel exited the house and prepared to leave, Doris swiftly approached. In a friendly and considerate manner, he opened the car door gently, "Please come in, Master Morel." After Morel got in, Doris nimbly got into the car. With fluid movements, he took his place in the driver's seat with expertise. Doris said kindly, "I'll take you there, Master. And I will also call the CEO to inform him of Master's presence." His words were delivered with confidence and care, reflecting h
"Huh," Rona was slightly surprised, still processing the words she had just heard from Morel's mouth. Then she laughed, "Morel, Morel, you're so funny. Did you hit your head? Or are you joking? Because it's so funny." However, Morel remained silent, looking at her seriously without showing any signs that he was joking.Rona began to feel something was wrong. she watched Morel more seriously, scanning his appearance from top to bottom. Morel's clothes now were very different from what Rona remembered. Previously, Morel had always appeared simple, with clothes that showed his status as a deliveryman. But now, Morel looked very neat and dressed in an elegant and expensive style. His appearance now reflected someone successful and wealthy.Rona felt anxious and confused. But she clearly remembered who Morel was before, a poor man who worked hard for his living. However, Morel's current appearance was very different, almost unrecognizable. Rona began to doubt her belief that Morel was stil