The next day, Glenn accompanied Alexander to the auction. Before Alexander got out of his luxury car, Glenn said, "Get that for me!" The words sounded like an order to Alexander, but he didn't mind at all. He answered confidently, "Glenn, I am Alexander Barata, I can't possibly be defeated so easily. I will definitely get it." Glenn nodded confidently and then patted Alexander on the back which immediately received a sharp glare from Alexander. He protested, "I look like a horse asked to run." Glenn raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh, yes. You can listen to all your conversations through the monitor and also the earphones," Alexander said. Glenn snorted loudly and replied, "Do you think I'm an idiot that you repeat that over and over again?" Alexander chuckled then immediately got out of the car and rushed to the hall where the event would take place. The atmosphere of the building was quite lively, already filled with a number of businessmen who wanted to own one of the
"To Brawijaya TV 1, which has given us much money," Satria said, raising his luxurious glass cup filled with intoxicating drink. Narendra also raised his glass and replied, "To Alexander Barata who has given us money for free." Astuti Brawijaya, who didn't drink, also clapped her hands, "You are indeed great, Ren. I am very proud that you can come up with an idea like this." "Of course, Mom. I have to rack my brain to make more of Uncle Andi's wealth. We can't just manage it. Because we also don't know how long we can benefit from the company, so it's better if we sell it now, right when the value is still high." Narendra explained as if his idea was indeed a brilliant idea. Satria Brawijaya nodded. He initially did not approve of his son's idea but when Narendra explained about the benefits they could get then he had no reason to refuse what his eldest son wanted to do. However, their joy didn't last long because suddenly one of their other family members arrived there lookin
After getting the victory which he said was the beginning of his awakening, Glenn returned to his job as a waiter at Alexander Barata's restaurant. He lived his days as usual and continued to study his father's businesses after he finished his assignments. He really felt at peace because there were no disturbances that came to him. However, it seemed that his calm did not last long. Because, unexpectedly, the person he least wanted to meet in the world was suddenly standing in front of the restaurant where he was currently working. From behind the glass, Glenn could see the looks of disdain given by Narendra who came with his friends. One of them was Zayn, his best friend who he once trusted so much. But it was obvious that his former best friend did not dare to look at him. Glenn initially didn't want to serve Narendra and his friends, but saw that none of the servants were free, so he was forced to serve the cousin he hated. "Good afternoon, how can I help you?" Glenn asked,
Narendra again asked, "What do you mean?" "Please wait a moment!" Indy said and she typed something on her keyboard then turned a monitor upside down so Narendra and his people could see. Indy said again, "Here it is, sir. Please. You can see everything. This is the CCTV that recorded all the events in our restaurant." Narendra and Kris exchanged glances but then started to see a video that Indy was playing. Glenn himself didn't watch and just kept silent. In the video, it's very clear that it was Kris who tripped Glenn, not Glenn who tripped himself on purpose. As soon as he found out he was caught on camera, Kris remained silent. Narendra also had no way to refute it. "So that's clear, Sir. It's not our employees who are at fault, but this gentleman who deliberately tripped up our employees," Indy said calmly. Narendra glanced at Kris and the quick-witted man said, "Hmm, okay. I'll compensate." "Oh, no need, Sir. But maybe you can do something to make up for it," Indy s
"What nonsense did you just say, Glenn?" Narendra replied, looking annoyed. Glenn smiled again, "Nonsense that could make you uneasy." Narendra was a little surprised to hear that but he managed to regulate his emotions again and said, "You can dream as much as you want, Glenn. But, unfortunately, everything you are imagining will never happen. The treasure that was taken from you will definitely never return to you." Glenn's smile disappeared, now it was Narendra's turn to grin, "You are just an ant fighting an elephant, Glenn. You will never win. You are very wrong if you think I am afraid of you." "Elephants are never afraid of ants that will die in one step," he continued. Glenn, who had been at a loss for words, suddenly replied, "An ant can win if it is helped by its friends, Ren. An elephant can die if it is surrounded by ants." Narendra was stunned. Really, he did not understand the meaning of the sentence spoken by Glenn. Even when Glenn said, "Good evening Mr. Nar
"Who do you mean, Dad?" Narendra asked with a questioning look. Satria sighed, but didn't answer Narendra's question. "What do you mean Edgar? Uncle Andi's confidant?" Narendra guessed. Satria clicked his tongue, "Edgar is in prison, how can he help Glenn? Definitely not him." Narendra thought again, before saying, "Could it be the maid, Father? Fero, Glenn's personal assistant?" Satria shook his head, looking at his son who disappointed him by throwing out two names that he thought were impossible to help Glenn. "No, Dad?" "Of course not. Fero, you mean just a meaningless sewer rat. How could you think it was him?" Satria said in disbelief. Narendra looked embarrassed and finally fell silent. Satria continued, "Fero, Edgar or the maid, Glenn's old bodyguard obviously couldn't possibly help him. Their space for movement was limited and Father always ordered someone to watch over them." Narendra no longer tried to think of another name because he thought it was usele
"Because I believe in Glenn," Arnold replied. Zayn sighed, "Then good luck." Arnold smiled faintly in response to Zayn's words. About three hours after meeting Zayn, Arnold drove his car to the restaurant Zayn mentioned. He parked his car right in front of the restaurant and was seen observing everything that was going on inside from the outside. "Where is he?" he muttered that had not yet found his cousin's whereabouts. When not satisfied with the results of his observations, Arnold decided to go down and enter the fast food restaurant. He took a seat at the edge so he could have a look. "Beef steak," he said when a waiter asked for his order. He stuck his head out and looked in all directions but couldn't find Glenn. After 10 minutes, his order came and he impatiently asked, "Is there a waiter named Glenn here?" The waiter asked by Arnold is Mike. "Sorry, Sir. No," the man replied. Arnold shook his head, "No way. He definitely works here." "But there really isn't
Glenn walked closer to the table where his cousin was sitting. Arnold smiled nervously as Glenn pulled up his chair and sat down without facing him. "Hello," Arnold greeted, still smiling oddly. Glenn smiled back confusedly, "Hello, you say?" Arnold swallowed hard. Seeing the nervousness that was so obvious in Arnold's eyes as well as his movements, Glenn asked, "Are there no other words you would like to say apart from that one word?" Arnold held his glass to get rid of his nervousness that just couldn't go away. "I'm sorry. Sorry I couldn't see you until now." Arnold said it without daring to look at his cousin. Glenn sighed, "The word 'sorry' isn't something I want to hear." Arnold worked up the courage to raise his head, "But that's what I have to say because of the guilt that's haunting me." Arnold stared at Glenn with shocked eyes. Glenn's flawless face was gone. In fact, there are scars and pimples scattered all over his face. He actually had a little trouble r