Hot rumors began to spread throughout Orlan. Rumors about how the Santos family had managed to amaze everyone. While Berth Santos had just finished taking a call from his friend, He had only heard the rumors that morning. "Bro! Did you hear the rumors? Looks like your drunken ramblings were overheard by someone who knows you and spread to the ends of Orlan!" A man enthusiastically babbled from the other end of the line. Berth, who knew nothing about it, remained silent momentarily before asking his best friend what rumor he was referring to. "Yes, it is! Do you remember? Your rant about how you managed to get a big stake in Danborg's business! Is it really 700 million dollars bro?" Asked his friend. When he heard the question of the amount, Berth Santos' reaction was only one, He was shocked. He had never invested that much, "but why the rumor?" Berth thought to himself. "Bro?" Called his friend, who had been waiting for an answer from Berth for a few minutes had passed. "Ah.
Melvis and Quen wanted to return to the car to ignore Berth Santos. But then the man cursed them even more than before. Just then, Melvis and Quen turned around and were about to leave Berth Santos, but suddenly, a light came out. Melvis turned around and saw the light beam from the man's cell phone. "What are you doing?" Asked Melvis, who covered the light with his hand as it stabbed his eyes. Instead of answering, Berth Santos burst out laughing. "Hey guys! He is the poor fool who made me crash my car. You should see his ugly face!" Berth exclaimed, highlighting the faces of Melvis and Quen in turn. Melvis blocked the light from Berth's smartphone flash. Quen, who saw that, immediately stopped Berth's camera, he wanted to grab it and let himself be exposed rather than let his master be uncomfortable. "Hey damn it! Stop playing around!" Quen snapped threateningly. Hearing Quen's threat, Berth got annoyed and pushed her while staggering. He ran towards Melvis' sports car and sta
At a well-known lending office in New Orlando, a chairman named Zack has a knack for collecting debts. He started taking the loan service from his previous boss because he beat him at the gambling table. It was 11:05 p.m. Zack had just finished meeting with a client, and during his break, he stretched his waist in a soft office chair. Five minutes after he sat down and straightened his legs, a ringing call blared at the table one meter away. Zack pushed the office chair with his long legs. Zack frowned for a few seconds before finally reading the name 'Mr. Melvis' there. He immediately tapped the smartphone and calmed down his anger. "Mr. Melvis? What's wrong?" Zack thought after reading his name on the phone. With a long inhale and exhale, Zack controlled himself to not appear to disappoint the critical person who had saved his life. Melvis was so honorable to Zack. Zack recalled a few months ago after he managed to take over his business from his former loan shark boss. Zac
Berth was still crawling on the ground pleadingly while Quen and Zack watched Berth with pitiful gazes. Zack unconsciously took a box of cigarettes from his back pants pocket, which he used to overcome fatigue by smoking the smoky thing. But just wanting to light it up, he asked Melvis for permission first as a sign of respect. As he was about to light a cigarette, he saw Berth getting closer and was about to touch Melvis' car. "Hey! What do you want to do!" Zack snapped and swatted Berth's hand away with a small kick. "Didn't you hear? Mr. Melvis told you to pay off your debt. Now!" Zack said with emphasis. Melvis was still silent, ignored the commotion beside him, and focused on his phone screen. "I really don't have any money right now. I-I regret it." Berth said in a pleading tone. He begged Melvis on the side for an apology. Berth realized his mistake all this time, he used the borrowed funds from Zack to splurge. Even last time, he used the money from his father's compan
The following day, Melvis found a message from her grandfather, Alex Tucker, on a private island deep in the western tropics.Melvis raised his eyebrows as he read the message quietly. That is, until Quen knocked on his bedroom door, breaking Melvis' reverie. "Your breakfast is finished, sir."The day before, Melvis had asked Quen to wake him up at this hour and prepare him breakfast.He had requested that Quen herself say that he could cook breakfast and dinner if his master was bored with the food outside.After answering Quen's call, Melvis chose to call his grandfather to make sure he was okay.It didn't take long before Melvis was in a garage next to a suburban airport."Do you know this place?" Melvis asked Quen when they arrived in front of the enormous garage.Quen just nodded, he knew it because while working with Mr. Alex, he often drove his oversized master here.But Melvis had just seen and known that Tucker had a garage and owned some land at the airport. This made him ev
Melvis ignored the empty words of the man's scorn. Choosing to cancel his entry into the control room and walk forward, Melvis thought he could meet the vice president of the airport garage directly. But Chris, who was not happy to be ignored, also walked towards Melvis, "Hey, beggar!" He called harshly. "Don't tell me you really don't remember me?" He asked mockingly. "It's okay if you don't remember me, but do you remember that day? Where you were counting pennies in front of the convenience store cashier. The handsome guy who issued the platinum card, haha!" Chris was still babbling while flattering himself. Melvis paused for a moment, he then looked Chris up and down and started to remember that unfortunate incident. The time when he had to buy food for his ignorant ex and ended up getting insulted by a blonde guy who had the same accent as Chris. Melvis finally remembered that Chris was probably the same person who had insulted him. Back then, she wasn't the kind of person who
"Huh, is that right?" One of the employees whispered to another. Lesly, who heard the validation question shrank even more, she didn't want to make the rumors about the person who was once respected by the senior manager come true. But she couldn't do anything about it. "If you're wondering, is he really an intruder? He's obviously an imposter!" Chriss shouted harshly. He, who was standing a few meters away from Melvis, immediately walked over and grabbed Melvis' shoulder roughly. Chriss pulled Melvis's shoulder until Melvis couldn't stand it. Melvis brushed off Chriss' hand violently, making the man bounce away. He still didn't want to ignore Chriss' endless taunts. "How dare you! You lowly beggar!" Chriss shouted in disgust. Chriss, who saw Melvis' strength was so great, became annoyed. He frowned, walked forward, and was about to punch Melvis in the face. He had already clenched her fingers and was aiming at Melvis. Some employees even became hysterical with Chriss' uncontroll
An old man sipped his Green tea at the end of a seemingly private cafe. Alex Tucker arrived first at a quiet outdoor cafe and enjoyed his green tea with a view of the garden surrounding the pavilion. He had reserved a private spot at the entrance and the booking bar. Footsteps could be heard coming from the back, adjacent to the hallway and the classic wooden floor."Mr. Alex is waiting at the end, sir," Quen said to Melvis, gesturing towards the translucent glass pavilion.The sound of Melvis having a small conversation with Quen was faint. Alex noticed it, but he chose to be relaxed and peaceful.Unlike Alex, Melvis felt nervous. He looked at Quen, who was waiting and standing tall outside the barrier between the central and pavilion cafes.Melvis saw his grandfather's back from a few meters away and immediately headed there.Once in front of his grandfather's table, Melvis was so tense that he forgot to sit down immediately and instead waited to be waited on by Alex."Melvis! My gre