Someone in trendy clothes and looking so classy approached Glenn who was still standing there. "Why are you even going?" Narendra asked. Glenn who had his back to him didn't answer and instead started to walk away. However, Narendra did not let him go. He called again, "Glenn! Is that you?" Glenn suddenly stopped walking. His breath began to hunt. When he heard that damn voice calling his name, he wanted to beat him up. But of course he couldn't do that now. He could never touch his asshole cousin. Narendra smiled crookedly, "Isn't that right? You are Glenn, my cousin. You-" "Gosh, are you blind, Rendra? You say this beggar Glenn?" Zayn said, Glenn's old friend who was now Narendra's friend. Glenn easily recognized the voice of his former close friend. He couldn't be wrong. It was indeed Zayn, his close friend whom he visited for the first time the night he was kicked out at that time. However, at that time Zayn actually refused his arrival and broke off their friendship becaus
After saying that, Glenn immediately left the place, leaving Dewa who was still coughing from being strangled. Glenn wasn't gripping his neck that hard but still, his throat was excruciatingly sore. He had trouble breathing. "Damn you weirdow!" Dewa said in surprise. "Where is she going?" he continued after seeing Glenn was nowhere to be seen. Dewa took a deep breath greedily before muttering incoherently again, "What exactly happened to him? Is it true that he has some kind of relationship with those damn people?" Glenn himself walked aimlessly for a dozen minutes until he chose to stop at a city park. The park wasn't very crowded and there happened to be plenty of seating there. He also chose one of the long benches and sat on the bench with a blank stare. "Never mind, Glenn. So what can you do now? Nothing. You're just a bum with nothing," he muttered, trying to remind himself. He then decided to sleep on the bench, convincing himself that tomorrow morning he would have forgo
"You ... stop!" Glenn said looking annoyed at Dewa who still looked calm. "Why? Are you willing to kill me just because I told the truth?" Dewa replied with a sharp grin. Glenn who didn't want to lose self-control immediately got away from Dewa's body. The man picked up his backpack that was lying on the asphalt and intended to leave. However, Dewa wouldn't just let him go. "Glenn Brawijaya, I really don't know your true story. I only hear that you have experienced injustice from the people closest to you." He paused for a moment, observing Glenn's reaction. "But, if I were you, I would surely pay those savages an even more painful retribution. Instead of being a coward who pretends to cover his eyes and ears like you are doing now." Glenn's fists clenched so tightly. "You don't know anything." "I do. I told you I don't know any better.” Glenn laughed sarcastically, “But you dare give me that suggestion. Do you think that you've done the right thing?" "Of course. Just on
"Once again I'm sorry," Alexander said feeling bad. "No need to think about it, I'm used to that kind of treatment," Glenn replied. Alexander nodded and asked Glenn to get into an elevator they would use to go to Alexander's office. As the two entered, Alexander asked his guards not to follow him. Glenn frowned, "You really are a young master I see." Alexander smiled, "Thanks to your father." Glenn didn't reply and just turned his attention to look around the top of the elevator. Alexander, who felt uncomfortable because there was no conversation, asked again, "How was your trip here?" "No obstacles." The man nodded, "You ... how did you ...." Glen turned his head, "Do you mean to ask if I walked here, Barata?" To be honest, that's what Alexander had in mind, but of course he couldn't say it right? He shook his head quickly, "N-no. I mean-" "You can't lie. Hm, I'm too smart for you to lie, Barata." Alexander didn't move. He sighed and then continued to say, "All
"You don't have a problem with your ears, do you?" Glenn replied so casually. Alexander tried to ignore Glenn's sarcasm and said, "Why become a servant? I can even give you the highest position in my company if you want." "But I don't want to. I want to be a waitress because right now that's all I can do." Alexander really didn't understand Glenn's way of thinking, and even more didn't understand when he heard Glenn also say, "Keep our relationship a secret. I mean, act as if you don't know me in front of everyone, especially in front of the Brawijaya family." "Why should it be like that?" Glenn stared at Alexander in surprise, "Didn't you say I had to learn all my parents' assets? That means I have to hide from anyone, right?" "It doesn't have to be like that, Glenn. You can-" Glenn interrupted, "No. It would be much better if they thought of me as useless trash. That will help me move more freely." Alexander Barata did not agree. The man who lived alone looked like he
Arnold immediately got out of his car and walked towards the front of his car. A man looked like he just got up. Arnold said quickly, "Are you hurt?" The man who had just stood up and turned his back on him did not answer. "I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. Let me take you to the hospital!" Arnold said anxiously. The man raised a hand, indicating refusal. "But ...." The man he hit didn't respond and instead jogged away from there. "Hey, wait a minute!" Arnold called. Arnold frowned, confused. "Strange." "But ... is he really okay?" Arnold muttered in a little worriedly. However, after seeing the street that was starting to look crowded, he chose to leave the area immediately. He directed his car towards a nightclub, a place that was usually visited by some of his friends, including Glenn. Once inside, he was immediately greeted by Zayn, "What's with that face? Do you have a problem?" Arnold who had gotten his alcohol replied, "You're right Zayn." Zayn who
Damar replied, "Narendra Brawijaya intends to sell a television station, Sir." Alexander gasped, could no longer help but be shocked. "Which television station does he want to sell?" Glenn asked, he was still trying to hold himself back. Damar hesitantly said quietly, "Brawijaya TV 1, Young Master Glenn." Glenn was silent for a few seconds and then a bitter laugh escaped him. He was banging on the table. "Glenn!" Alexander said worriedly. Glenn shook his head. He gripped his drinking glass. After his laughter died down, his grip on his drinking glass tightened. "Are you okay?" Alexander asked carefully. Glenn turned his head, "Barata, my family owns six television stations and none of them have problems. However, what he sold instead was Brawijaya TV 1. It was the first television station my father founded." Alexander knew about it but still didn't know how to comment. "Station one is my father's favorite station," Glenn continued. Damar also didn't dare to commen
"Oh, you're pretty smart apparently." The one who pushed him earlier grinned widely. Glenn said quietly, "I will serve you, but not now." The tall man looked surprised by the calm face shown by Glenn. He said, "You-" "After work. In the front alley," Glenn cut in quickly. The man was about to open his mouth to speak but was again preceded by Glenn, "I'm sure you guys also don't want to get into trouble here right?" Someone nudged his friend, "He's right." The man with angry eyes considered for a moment and then said, "Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the front alley. Just be careful if you dare to run away." Glenn smiled smugly, "I'm not a coward. Don't worry! " After saying that, Glenn returned to his duties serving the visitors. Some of his colleagues who had threatened him looked at Glenn in surprise, one of them said, "Are you sure he won't run away?" The man named Mike who pushed Glenn replied, "He can't escape. We'll just keep an eye on him. If he dares to mess