Realizing that his older brother's tone sounded so suspicious, Arnold corrected his words, "No, Bro. You misunderstood. Why should I worry about someone like Alexander Barata? Don't you know how annoyed I am towards him?" Narendra was seen narrowing his eyes, trying to see into his younger brother's eyes whether Arnold's words were the truth. The man who was only a few years older than Arnold then pulled himself away and pressed softly. He chose to trust his younger brother. "Okay. Then why do you ask that?" Arnold immediately racked his brains to find an answer that his brother might believe what he said, "Because I have my own grudge against that jerk, so I don't think I'm willing if someone else can kill him." Narendra looked at his younger brother with a surprised look but then a sly smile tugged at his lips. "Ah, you mean you want to be the only one someone who made him suffer or maybe killed him?” Arnold immediately nodded quickly, feeling that his older brother had truste
"Why do you think like that, Arnold?" asked Narendra, now his gaze turned serious and confused. Arnold impatiently said, "Man, someone who's dead can't possibly escape. So isn't there a chance he's still alive? The body isn't even there." "Someone must have taken it," said Narendra, still not wanting to agree with his sister's thoughts. In fact, he just didn't want to think about her again because he wanted to think about other things. However, his brother's words now bothered him a little. How could it not be, if the woman survived, the woman could become the source of the problem later. Because, he had given orders to his men to threaten the woman and also the young girl. It would be terrible if he could get away with it and report himself to the police station. However, when he remembered who he was and who the woman was, it was clear he had regained his composure. "Oh, it doesn't matter if he's still alive." "But, Bro. What if she makes a report to the police? She could be a
"Yeah. Just let him be," Arnold said. Narendra seemed silent for a moment and chose to think about many things. He began to doubt his younger brother because he thought that his younger brother seemed to protect Alexander Barata. However, he knew he couldn't go against his brother in words so he chose to hide what was in his head. "Okay, I won't attack him." That answer really made Arnold so relieved and now he turned to talk about other matters, "Tomorrow I have an appointment with Garrick. I will be out of the office for the whole day." "Okay. Do whatever you think is right. I give you permission for that," said Narendra. Arnold felt so happy because apparently his brother still trusted him so much that he left his brother's room with a calm heart. However, this did not apply to Narendra. It was obvious that he was starting to suspect his sister again but this time he would never show his suspicions openly. He suddenly thought of Daniel. One of his friends who used to say eit
Glenn burst out laughing, making the girl in her teens go crazy. Clarita said subconsciously, "Uncle, you are handsome." Hearing the girl's unexpected praise, Glenn suddenly stopped laughing. Clarita said once again in a sincere tone, "You are really handsome." "Hey, little girl, why do you say that?" Glenn said uncomfortably. Clarita replied with a confused face, "I'm not a little girl, Uncle. I'm already seventeen years old, soon I'll even have my eighteenth birthday soon. How can you be called a little girl?" Glenn's mouth was slightly open, this was the first time he heard Clarita looking so relaxed while talking. The girl was much more comfortable than before. That was actually enough to make Glenn feel relieved. But, to make sure that girl was okay, Glenn asked, "Are you really okay?" "Why are you even talking about me? What's wrong with me, Uncle?" Glenn didn't know if the girl really didn't understand what he was talking about or if she was pretending not to know. Howev
Damar then could only walk back and forth while waiting for news of his men who were looking for Alexander Barata. "Impossible. This is impossible." He muttered to himself and tried to convince himself that Glenn Brawijaya had not returned. The fear was choking her neck. He didn't know that Glenn was able to frighten him so much that he couldn't breathe. Even now his hands were shaking. He remembered the words of his friend who had once warned him about Glenn Brawijaya. Instead, he should have coaxed the man or tricked him into being on his side instead of trying to kill him. However, unfortunately he didn't pay attention to his friend's words and instead planned to kill the man who became Alexander Barata's confidant. He even influenced one of Glenn's men by threatening Glenn's personal assistant to work for him. Unfortunately, after he did all those sneaky things, Glenn still managed to escape from his clutches. "No. If he's back, he'll definitely be targeting me. Could it be
Damar, who was actually a coward, couldn't even move his head, let alone his body. He couldn't even say a word. "Any last words?" asked Glenn who was still pointing his gun at Damar's head. The man who had been disarmed and now had no protection at all was finally able to raise his voice after trying so hard, "Young Master Glenn. You're still alive. Thank God." Glenn raised his eyebrows and was quite amazed by Damar's acting. He chuckled angrily then, "Come on, no one will believe you now. It's useless for you to pretend. It's useless." Alexander Barata joined in, "We are so sick of hearing you and seeing you acting. So, just act like you are now." Those words were not an appeal or coercion but only an expression of Alexander's tiredness who had to receive fake attention from Damar. However, Damar was not someone who would easily admit all the mistakes he made. He was still trying to deny again, “Young Master Alex, Master Glenn. You both have misunderstood me. I have absolutely
Alexander was silent for a long time until finally Glenn couldn't wait any longer. He said quickly, "Okay, I'll do it for you." Alexander lifted his head and stared at Glenn for a split second, as if he wanted to say something but then he didn't open his mouth because he was full of doubts. He looked down again and closed his eyes. Glenn sighed tiredly, "Don't worry about it. You really don't deserve this kind of menial work." Alexander swallowed nervously. He then said quietly, "I'm a coward." "You're not." "Yeah, don't try to cheer me up, Glenn!" Glenn sighed exasperatedly, "Okay. You're a coward." Alexander was not angry or offended at all. Instead, he felt relieved because Glenn wanted to tell the truth. He replied to Glenn's words in a low tone, "Yes, I'm a coward. I can't even kill someone who has made you fall up and down like this. I-" "Stop it, Barata! You don't have to do this. After all, it's good that I'm the one who will kill him. Like you said, he has troubled me
Seeing that Arnold didn't answer, Narendra asked again, wanting to make sure, "You won't betray, right? Aren't we brothers?" You? Arnold repeated that in his heart. True, however he wanted to deny it, he and Narendra did share the same blood and were born from the same womb as well. One fact that could never be changed forever was the brotherly bond that he did have with Narendra. The young man wearing a dark blue suit turned around and answered his brother's question after making his usual expression, "What made Mas suddenly ask about that?" He came back and sat beside Narendra. "Are you starting to doubt me again now?" asked Arnold, trying to examine the expression of his brother. Of course, he did this to stay by his brother's side and was trusted by Narendra to do anything related to the company. Once again, he reminded himself that the best thing he could do for Glenn Brawijaya was by being by his brother's side to control everything. Narendra gave a smile, "No. I'm just a