In the early morning, one of the security men rang the bell. Jerome, a light sleeper, woke up, clearly annoyed.“My wife is asleep; why are you ringing the doorbell at this hour? It's 5:00 a.m.”“I'm sorry, boss, but I need to show you something. Miss Jasmine…” the leader was still in shock."What happened to Jasmine?" Jerome thought she was found."At the entrance," he pointed. Jerome walked to the entrance and saw Jasmine's lifeless body lying on the floor. "Hurry, and call the doctor." Jerome wanted to get her out before his wife saw her.“Boss, she is already dead,” the bodyguard said.“Shut up!” He roared.“What's going on here?” They heard Eleanor's sleepy voice. Startled, Eleanor had been sleeping lightly since Jasmine went missing.“No…” Jerome tried to say something. The bodyguard quickly blocked her view, but one person couldn't block the view of a grown woman. She saw the leg of the lady. Before they could stop her, she had already walked to the body.“Jasmine, no, Jasmine.
Jerome sighed. The old woman was right. What if…, no,” he shook his head. He would do anything to protect his child and Eleanor.Jerome called one of the men who were on duty that night. “What were you doing when this happened? I told you to guard the house, and you all fell asleep.The bodyguard lowered his head and responded, "We all fell asleep after the food we ate.”Jerome didn't expect this answer. “ If what you are saying is true, then it means the person has infiltrated the camp. He knows all our moves.”"Yes, boss. That was what I thought.”"I see. You can leave." Jerome didn't blame them. Since the food was drugged, it was inevitable. He felt deeply in thought. After thinking deeply, he called Bright. “I need you to make a thorough investigation of all the cooks. Find out about the background of each of the cooks. I need it now.” His eyes were cold as he clenched his fist tightly to the phone.“Alright, boss." The information had already reached Bright, so he didn't ask. Aft
The blond-haired guy held his hands and asked, “Boy, where are you going?"He was curious. "Of course, to chat with the beauty,” the brown-haired guy said with a confident look. He was handsome and wealthy, always getting any woman he set his eyes on, sure it would be easy to get her. It is just like killing an ant. He held out his hands as he walked to her, ready to offer a friendly handshake. "Hi beauty," he said with a smile.“Hi," Rosca responded indifferently. Her motive for coming here was to flirt with boys, but now she wasn't in the mood. She wanted to be alone to enjoy the lyrics of the song playing.The man was dissatisfied with her attitude. Usually, girls would try their best to show their feminine side, some looking seductive when he approached. Why is she different? It was like he wasn't welcome. “I can see you came alone. Let's drink together," the brown-haired man said, calling for the bartender and ordering the same mineral as Rosca.Rosca was getting more frustrated
As the blond-haired man approached Rosca and her friend, he looked her up and down, appraising her like a piece of meat. The way he stared made her feel objectified and uncomfortable. “Hey moron, are you captivated by my beauty?" Rosca scoffed.The blond-haired man pointed an accusatory finger at her, his teeth clenched in rage. 'You...!' he sputtered, unable to finish the sentence. His face was flushed with anger, and Rosca could see the veins on his neck throbbing.Rosca held her head high like a proud peacock, “What have I done? Did I say anything wrong? Aren't you a moron?" She wasn't ready to back down.Bright sat there in a relaxed manner, sipping on his drink and watching the show with interest. Rosca was more intriguing than he could have imagined.The blond-haired man was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to contain his rage. He balled his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white as he clenched them. Rosca could see that he was on the
Rosca was not in the mood again. She decided to go home. She got out of the bar and met Bright at the entrance. Bright stared back at her with his hands in his pocket. He didn't know what to say to her. When Rosca saw Bright, she stopped and said, “Oh it's you." Bright lifted an eyebrow and said, “Of course it's me! Who else would it be?” He paused, then continued, “But I didn't know you were such a skilled fighter. No wonder you're so brave!” He sounded impressed, and a hint of admiration crept into his tone."Rosca was taken aback. "So you saw what was happening and didn't intervene? As a gentleman, shouldn't you have come to my aid?” She sounded indignant, her voice laced with disappointment. “That's why I say you're so uncivilized!”Bright shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I've always known I lack manners, so it's no surprise to me. Besides, it's a good thing you can defend yourself. Otherwise, I might have just stood by and watched them hurt you.” Rosca clenched her teeth in frust
“Why did you do that?" Rosca asked.“Did what?" Bright sounded confused.Rosca rolled her eyes and said, “Why did you insist on giving me a lift."Bright finally understood her, “Did you think you would go scot-free after you hurt them? Eleanor has been struggling to be happy recently; I don't want her to worry again."For some reason, Rosca felt disappointed. “It seems she thought too much. He only insisted on giving her a lift because of Eleanor." She said nothing and looked outside.A short notification popped up on Bright's phone. He opened the message. It was the resume of a maid. After going through the resume, he realized she was suitable for the job. She was cute, and judging by her smile, she looked friendly. Baby Ava would love her. He quickly forwarded the message to Jerome. After some investigation, they concluded that she was suitable for the job. Her name was Joan Cloak, and Jerome gave Bright the go-ahead to hire her. Bright sent a notification to the lady that she was
Jerome arrived at the office early in the morning, before any of the other employees. He asked the security guard on duty to keep his arrival a secret. He went straight to his office and began reviewing the documents that had accumulated while he was away. As he worked, he began to wonder how the employees had performed during his absence. So, he decided to sneak into the control room to observe them.When Jerome entered the control room, he was shocked to see that all the workers were asleep. None of them were on duty, and they were completely oblivious to his presence. He stared at them in disbelief, his eyes cold and unforgiving. No one could guess what he was thinking as he silently observed the scene. Without waking them, he took out his phone and started recording a video of the sleeping workers. Then, he turned his attention to the security footage. He watched in frustration as the hours ticked by and no one arrived for the morning shift.As Jerome stood there, his eyes cold an
The employees huddled together, their faces wet with tears. Each of them felt a sense of regret, wishing they had not come in late. But now, it was too late to take back their actions. They knew that if they approached the boss and complained, they would be fired for their insubordination. Their carefully laid plans for their budgets were now in shambles, and they felt helpless and overwhelmed.As soon as Jerome had left the room, he instructed Bright to call an emergency meeting. The higher-ups were caught off guard by this unexpected meeting. They were used to having more time to prepare for meetings, but this time, they had no warning. Some of them were shaking with fear, not knowing what to expect. They knew that when the boss called an emergency meeting, it was never a good sign. Even though he called for an emergency when he was on leave, it wasn't as frightening as it was now.The temperature in the meeting room was noticeably colder than usual, adding to the already tense atmo