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
Melvis had just closed his eyes, then Quen stepped towards him. "Sir, it will be arriving soon. We're landing at a private airport on the edge of the capital," he said to Melvis.Melvis opened his eyes and looked out the window, "Is that so?" Asked back Melvis, who then recalled his grandfather's orders.They were in a private jet airplane, a gift from his grandfather.Their last conversation led Melvis to finally be on a plane with a flight to Ugra, a country with two of their central climates.The developed country had one side of the city filled with desert and the other with icebergs.As Melvis was about to disembark, he remembered his grandfather's words that he could see before his eyes. There was no welcome in front of him. There was also no red carpet and no one to welcome him."It was really a very secret meeting. So you won't find anyone welcoming you, but Quen should be able to handle it all. The people from Caldon will bring you a car. Remember, Melvis, don't trust anyone e
Quen looked back and found Melvis' head bleeding. He didn't even care about the blood on his forehead flowing profusely until it covered his eyes.At that moment, the atmosphere around Melvis's car was gripping."Mister! Are you okay?" Quen asked anxiously. Quen looked at Caldon's adjutant's car and found no signs of life among the burnt wreckage after the massive explosion.Melvis did not reply to Quen's question, he just held his head, which hurt from the sudden impact.Seeing that, Quen immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and kicked hard at the door beside him, he got out and forcibly opened the door on the back seat, which was already broken.A large car came From the opposite direction, and the two people inside looked unfriendly. One of the passengers took out his long-barreled rifle and pointed the rifle's bore toward their car."Sir, get down!" Said Quen, who was still trying to open the car door that was wedged against the roadblock. The bullet didn't penetrate the glass of th
"This hurts, sir!" Said Caldon, who broke out in a cold sweat again. He had been holding his right stomach and then quickly changed to the left.Melvis watched carefully. He then threw his attention out toward Quen, who was finishing off the uninvited guests. The bloodied bodies of the stalkers lay on the ground, and Quen took their car and parked it in front of the entrance."M-Mr. Melvis," Caldon whispered. He was nervous about Melvis' cold demeanor.But Melvin immediately turned around, put the gun tip under Caldon's chin, and looked at him sharply, "Who are you?" He asked flatly.Caldon instantly raised both his hands and raised his chin in fear. He chose to follow the movements Melvis made to him, "What do you mean Sir? I am Caldon." He replied frantically.Melvis had been thinking about who the person before him was, most likely a spy from the enemy.Melvis' memory returned to his grandfather's explanation that suddenly came out of nowhere, "I remember one of the traits that not
"Control yourself, Melvis!" the voice of Melvis' head shouted encouragingly to his half-frightened self.Thanks to Quen, who made the fake Caldon make a sound, they managed to find the location of the real Caldon's captivity. They were now in a cheap motel, two buildings from where the real Caldon was kept."Are you ready, sir?" asked Quen beside him.From that distance, armed with the M-18 he took from Caldon's study, Melvis planned to take out the enemy from more than a kilometer away. While beside him, Quen helped Melvis determine the right wind direction and the best time to aim at the enemy's head.Behind them, the fake Caldon was still coughing after being beaten by Quen. "Yes." Melvis replied casually.He managed to hide his nervousness. He felt pressured, if they did not manage to kill in the first shot, then it would be impossible if they would take out all the enemies in the next shot.Aside from the fear of failure, Melvis didn't want to let down his grandfather's trust,