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
Arnold didn't have the slightest suspicion of his father and replied, "Of course not, Dad. Even if I have a job, when it comes to talking to Dad, I will definitely always make time." Satria laughed crisply at that and then replied, "Come on, then. I want to have lunch with you. You want that, right?" "Yes, Dad. Where? You decide the restaurant or me?" he asked. "You do it. Besides, I haven't kept up with the restaurants in this country in a long time so you can't possibly know which restaurants are good enough." Arnold smiled knowingly and then seemed to think for a moment before responding, "Okay, then I'll take you to one of the restaurants that's quite booming right now. You like the food there." Satria was annoyingly happy and then the two of them headed to a restaurant Arnold thought of.Even though Arnold always played in front of Narendra and never expressed what he really felt in his heart, he was not like that to his own father. In the past, his relationship with his fa
"It could be that Narendra couldn't come because he was really busy," Dewa said then, as if he didn't want to think any harder. But then Glenn, who knew his uncle very well, said, "Uncle Satria has a closer relationship with Narendra. As far as I know, Arnold has never been close to him. Or maybe there's been a change here?" Dewa raised an eyebrow and once again looked at Satria who was chatting with his youngest son. He could not deny the fact of what he had just seen. "What I see here is a father having a casual conversation with his son and they look so familiar. I thought, there's no way they don't have a close relationship." Glenn nodded in agreement hearing his best friend's words, "From here, we can see that Satria's gaze on Arnold really looks sincere. I'm even very sure that at this time Uncle Satria has considered a child as his son. Not like before." "Hm, very interesting. Maybe it's true that he has changed, Glenn. It seems impossible that he hasn't changed when he se
Clarita screamed for help but was laughed at by the robbers. With an expression filled with fear, the girl who was now wearing a black jacket stepped back and intended to run into Glenn Brawijaya's house. But alas, he couldn't because those people had caught up to him and prevented him from seeking help. "Hey, sweet girl. Don't play games! It's better if you join us voluntarily than we have to force you," said a robber with a round face. "Yes. It's very good that I didn't drag you down to join us. Shouldn't you repay our kindness by joining us without protesting, pretty boy?" added a friend of the Round. Suddenly, Clarita increasingly did not know what to do. However, unexpectedly by her, reinforcements came unexpectedly. She almost felt as if she was dreaming when she saw Glenn Brawijaya suddenly there with some of his bodyguards. "What are you doing here?" Glenn said sarcastically. He glanced at Clarita and immediately pulled her behind his back. "Shut up! You don't have to me