"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
"Take it easy, Glenn! It doesn't matter," said Dewa so casually. Glenn replied with an exasperated glance at Dewa, "It doesn't matter how?" "Yeah, it's fine, Glenn. Everything will be fine." Glenn couldn't believe it. "But, I'm not sure. Narendra is cunning. Even if you came to convince him that I am indeed dead, I am afraid that he will not let you two go." Dewa in disguise, "You worry too much for us Glenn. But really, it's completely unnecessary." "Don't be stupid, Dewa! I don't want to take risks," Glenn said annoyed. Fero said in a serious tone, "Young Master, I know you are worried about us but you don't need to worry. just depositing our faces. Just to make the asshole really believe you're so lost you are. After that we'll leave.” Glenn still disagreed. He had a bad feeling and didn't want to have to lose anyone who helped him again. “I don't want anyone else to die. Don't you understand that? You don't need to be there. Can you?" "But, Young Master. If we weren't pr
"Why should I kill him, Arnold?" asked Narendra, still smiling sinisterly.Arnold is not stupid, of course he understands what his older brother might do. "You think I don't know? From the look in your eyes it's obvious you have bad intentions towards that person." Narendra just laughed at his sister's words. "Glenn is gone, what's the point of bothering people who were once close to him, Bro?" The man who was currently extremely happy turned his head, "Don't worry. I didn't plan to kill him, Little Brother. I just wanted to play with him a bit." Arnold's heart sank, immediately really worried about Alexander Barata's safety. As Alexander approached, Arnold chose to step aside because he didn't want to hear his brother's chatter which might make him want to vomit. Narendra put his friendly smile on Alexander. "Mr Barata." "Alex. You can call me that. Didn't we get along yesterday?" he said. Narendra immediately nodded, "Ah, that's right. Alex, thank you for coming here." "Yes
"I don't know, I can't answer that question. However, I have evidence that might prove my words if Glenn is still alive." Alexander laughed out loud but stopped down as soon as he saw several people looking at him with strange faces. Maybe in their minds Alexander Barata was a madman who laughed at funerals. "What are you laughing at? Is it me or you who is crazy here?" said Arnold exasperatedly. He glanced at the elegant man strangely, extremely irritated. The man who did have a close relationship with Glenn glanced at Narendra who looked busy. Without waiting for Alexander's approval, Arnold dragged Alexander to an empty room that happened to be free of CCTV. "What are you doing?" asked Alexander, glaring in surprise, afraid that they would be found out. "Forced." Alexander glared, "What if Narendra finds out?" "I guarantee he won't know. He's busy acting sad," said Arnold origin. Alexander almost opened his mouth again but Arnold got ahead of him. "I don't have time to arg
"Okay. Kill Alexander Barata!" said Narendra with a cold smile. The young man named Setya answered haltingly, "Killing him, Sir?" "Yes. How? Can you do it for me?" asked Alexander with an intimidating look. Setya took a deep sip of her saliva. He even wet his lips with saliva because he was so nervous. He had just joined the Brawijaya Family for three months and he had never been ordered to kill someone. Even though he knew that one day he would be asked to kill someone, he didn't think that it would be Alexander Barata. He really never expected it. With a look on his face that looked so sad, he replied, "But why him, Young Master?" Narendra let out a lazy breath while Andri clicked his tongue impatiently. The man said with an annoyed expression, "You don't have the right to ask questions, Setya. Your job is only to kill people who are ordered to you." "B-but, Sir-" "If you can't do it, it doesn't matter. You can leave here as soon as possible," interrupted Narendra. Setya was
"N-no sir. Of course I wouldn't dare," said Andri. Narendra nodded, "Yeah, great. You're one of my best men, so don't try to disappoint me. You understand, right?" "Understood, Young Master," replied Andri who then asked permission to withdraw. He thought for a moment but then decided to ignore his co-worker, "Screw it. I'd better protect my own life." A few days later, Setya, who received the assignment, had planned all the best scenarios he could have. Before he left, Narendra suddenly approached him and said, "Good luck. There will be a big reward waiting for you here if you manage to kill him." "Yes, Young Master." Setya answered obediently and looked so ready to do it. "I'm leaving now, Young Master," said Setya to the young master and several of his other friends. "Don't try to run away! We put a tracker on your car. We'll know if you do anything suspicious. And your big head is definitely at stake. Do you understand?" Andri said coldly. "Okay," said Setya, who was start