"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
"How's the switch, Ren?" Satria asked, looking at his son with a confused expression. Narendra exhaled roughly and replied, "Dad, Glenn may not be dead but there are people playing dead there to replace Glenn." Satria looked silent for a few moments but then he burst out laughing. "Jesus, son. I think you're being too paranoid. That's very unlikely." "Could be, Dad. It could very well be." Satria shook his head, really couldn't believe his son's words, "No. That can't be happening. Glenn no longer has anyone who can help him." "The person who witnessed the writing of the will, Dad. Can you do that?" said Narendra still not willing to give up. "No. I thought, maybe I was just overthinking it. If indeed that person was on Glenn's side, he would have appeared from the beginning to help him, right?" Satria said, which now made Narendra doubtful. He pinched his chin and said, "Dad is right. If that person really wanted to help Glenn, he would definitely help Glenn when he was kicke
"Damn it, since when did you become this weak, Glenn Brawijaya?" Dewa said, looking annoyed. He shook his head in disbelief. What he knew, Glenn was a tough, strong person and did not give up easily under circumstances. However, what he saw now was very different. Glenn looked disheartened and frustrated. Dewa didn't like him at all. Glenn leaned back in the car seat that was still moving, he looked at the street. "I don't have anything anymore. All the money I've collected so far I've used to take over that television station and rebuild it. I'm poor again now Dewa." "Alexander Barata-" Glenn suddenly remembered the person who had helped him quite a lot. "You don't need to say the coward's name, Glenn. He can't be relied on at all," interrupted Dewa disapprovingly. Obviously, Dewa was lazy to mention that one name, he said again, "He could have saved you. Than me and Fero, he has wider access. Narendra could not possibly suspect him. But what does he do? He was only saving hims
"Don't be stupid, Damar! Never give me false hope!" Alexander said sounding annoyed. "Young Master, we must wait for the results of that investigation first." Alexander took a deep breath, "All the clues point to Glenn. Of course it has to be Glenn." "Not sure, Young Master." Alexander did not reply and just kept silent even though in his heart he really hoped that the only victim in the fire was not Glenn Brawijaya. But he didn't want to expect too much because he didn't want to be deeply disappointed. *** Narendra was wearing a sad expression after he came out of prison carrying Glenn's belongings. The reporters immediately surrounded the man who was currently wearing all black with glasses that were also black, as if he was grieving and hiding his sad face. "What happened, Mr. Narendra? Is it really Glenn, your cousin?" "Is it true that the victim is Glenn, Sir? What happened?" "Has it been confirmed that it is Glenn Brawijaya, Sir?" Narendra was still silent, as if it wa