"I hope the gift is in accordance with what you think, son." Satria smiled slyly at his son. "Of course, Father. I always know what you think and want," Narendra replied confidently. His gaze was full of confidence. Satria nodded, feeling so satisfied and calm. He thought his son's plan must be very good. "You are indeed a proud son, Rendra," said Astuti happily. Meanwhile, on the other hand, the youngest son of the Astuti and Satria Brawijaya couple, namely Arnold Brawijaya, had just arrived in front of the police station where Glenn was detained. In such haste, the young man whose face was slightly pale entered the police station. He felt so relieved because not a single journalist was seen there. Whereas, he was worried if he had to deal with journalists. Because, at this time he did not have bodyguards guarding him. He would be very troubled if facing reporters alone. "I want to meet Glenn Brawijaya," said Arnold to a police officer. "Please fill in the data first, Sir."
"Stop it, Arnold!" screamed Astuti in horror. Satria Brawijaya who was still shocked started shouting at his youngest son, "Let go of your brother, Arnold!" However, Arnold paid no heed to her. It was as if his ears were clogged so he couldn't hear anything anymore. Unable to bear his two sons getting into a fight anymore, Satria shouted loudly, "Guards!" Arnold beat his biological brother blindly. He did not give Narendra a chance to fight him. He did not know what possessed him at this time, he felt so superior to his brother because he could hit him repeatedly. His eyes darkened, his gaze even quite frightening. He didn't hesitate to launch an attack and looked calm. Narendra looked so overwhelmed by it that suddenly there was fear in his heart. "Arnold, are you crazy?" said Narendra trying to resuscitate his younger brother while he received every punch from Arnold. "Arnold, we are brothers!" "Yes, Bro. I'm crazy. And this is because of your madness," replied Arnold, who w
"I'm going to see him," Glenn told the police officer. Glenn was ushered into a visiting room. As soon as he entered, Dewa immediately smiled broadly at him. "How are you, friend?" said the man who was still wearing a shabby t-shirt. Glenn replied, "Do you intend to turn yourself in to the police, Lord?" Dewa snorted loudly. His gaze didn't change, still playful, "My dear friend, if someone is asking a question to you, it would be impolite of you to reply with a question." "You have to answer it and then ask. That's called a level of politeness. Don't you know about that, Glenn Brawijaya?" Glenn didn't reply and chose to sit in front of God. Dewa was not surprised he was ignored by Glenn. Instead, he looked happy to see Glenn sitting in front of him. "What is your purpose in coming here?" Dewa replied casually, "Want to see how you are, of course. Are you still alive or are you about to die." Glenn immediately glared at the man, but Dewa instead smiled broadly without
"Who will report to Mr. Narendra?" asked the policeman who shot Pranoto. "Let me!" answered a policeman named Juned, the youngest police member in the group. The senior said, "Are you sure you can?" "Yes, Sir. I certainly can." "All right, after this body is removed, immediately meet Mr. Narendra," said the shooter earlier. Juned nodded deeply and was alert. About an hour later, he arrived at the Brawijaya family's house according to the senior's orders. Coincidentally, Narendra had just come down from his room after receiving treatment for the injuries he had received from Arnold's punch. "Hm, until someone was sent here, did something happen?" asked Narendra directly while sitting on one of the white sofas in the living room. Juned nodded, "As you suspect, Sir. Mr. Pranoto is indeed conducting an investigation into this case again." Narendra replied, "Then did he find anything?" "Yes." Juned took out a cellphone wrapped in plastic and handed it to Narendra. Narendra opened
"Cover everything up, don't let my father find out!" said Narendra. "Yes, Young Master," said one of his men. "Enjoy it, my dear little brother," said Narendra. After that, he left the room without feeling guilty. Meanwhile at the police station where Glenn was being held, Glenn had just heard from a police officer that Pranoto had been found in an accident and could not be saved. He still couldn't believe the strange news. "No way. How could he have an accident?" he muttered confusedly. "There must be something wrong," Glenn said again. He began to feel irritated over his condition which made it impossible to find out about the accident. When he looked at the several police officers there, he couldn't find anyone he could trust either. He is now at a dead end, feeling that he has no one he can ask for help. However, one of the officers approached him, "Glenn. Don't you feel guilty for Sir Pranoto's death?" Glenn who was sitting on the floor stood up, "What do you mean?" He s
"You know very well we can't do it, Master Alex," said Damar apologetically. Alexander also exhaled roughly, feeling a dead end. "Damar, have I taken the wrong step?" "What do you mean, Sir?" "I'm not as strong as Narendra. I feel like I'm a useless person now. I can't help openly because I'm less rich than him. I can only help Glenn get one of his television stations." Alexander gulped roughly, "And that's with Glenn's own money. Then what use am I to him? I'm taking things too lightly, as if I can help Glenn get all his treasure. What nonsense am I talking about? Now I can't." help him." "You can't blame yourself, Mr. Alex. Mr. Glenn himself always said that your and Mr. Glenn's relationship should not be exposed. This will not only harm you but also Mr. Glenn," said Damar. Alexander replied, "I still don't feel well. Never mind, we better meet Dewa. Do you know where he is now?" "Please give me ten minutes, Sir." Damar immediately contacted his men and got an answer from h
"Get off me. Get off you bastard!" Glenn shouted blindly. The man has lost control of himself and is now being held by two officers who will take him to the bars where he is. He was forcibly dragged and then thrown inside. "Stay there and don't even make a scene!" The officer threatened. Glenn, who was still burning with anger, slammed all the objects in his room and went on a rampage without caring that people started calling him crazy. "He really is nuts!" said one convict. "Just let it go first, he's probably angry. The prisoner who committed suicide was his subordinate. I just heard about it from the officer in front," continued the other. "Oh, no wonder. He looks annoyed," added another. After being satisfied with expressing his emotions, Glenn sat at the edge of the room and leaned against the wall. "What revenge? That bastard has even killed the people around me." Glenn then laughed out loud like a madman, lamenting the misfortune after the misfortune he faced. He was
"You ... what are you doing-" Glenn, who had just tilted his head and looked at the person who had just spoken to him, stopped short. Now he sat down and straightened his body. "Don't tell me you started the fire here!" Glenn said looking inquiringly. The person currently dressed in all black smirked slightly, "It is me." "Shit. Do you intend to kill everyone in here?" Glenn said impatiently. Dewa replied, "Of course not. I'm not a murderer, Glenn. My only goal is to get you out of here." "W-what? What are you for-" "We don't have much time. Come on, get outside now, I'll explain outside." Before Glenn could answer, Dewa had dragged him outside. Glenn saw Dewa commanding someone who was also dressed in black as his strange friend. "Now!" said Dewa. The person who was given the order immediately carried a body and put it in Glenn's holding cell. The figure was seen wearing clothes that matched Glenn's. "What's that?" asked Glenn curiously. Dewa didn't answer and