Everyone's mouths immediately gaped as soon as they heard his statement.Paying for all of that? Is Greg insane??Why did he have to get into a lot of trouble just to defend that woman? That poor woman is not even his relative! Everyone was sure that there was no way Greg would win this debate. Not if his opponent is someone powerful like Baronica. Even the middle-aged woman realized about that fact too!She thinks that it would be better if Greg just withdrew from the fight and let her get beaten instead. After all, it's better than sacrificing himself for a poor, unlucky lady like her."Pfft!! HAH! So you want to pay for all of this, huh?! Okay, fine, prove it to me, transfer every penny all at once in an instant! And as for the deal..." Baronica smiled mockingly as he looked at Greg from up to down. "I'll accept it, but only on one condition! You must transfer everything right now and right here! And if you fail...You will be the one who kneels in front of me, and not only that!
After observing for a while, Greg finally remembered her. That shabby lady is his savior!Back when Greg was first kicked out of the house, he was very young and naive. He was so naive that he didn't expect that an old man who asked for his help on the street was a mugger, which left him with no money or a phone to get back to his apartment. In the midst of his confusion, the lady suddenly showed up!After hearing Greg's story, the lady, without thinking twice, immediately gave him the money. Not only that, she even called a taxi for Greg, which touched him deeply until now."No wonder she looks familiar... That incident was a long time ago. Come to think of it, I haven't had the chance to ask about her name either," Greg mused before a loud scream interrupted his abrupt thought. It was from that shabby lady!"MOM??? What happened to you?? Please don't scare me! Anyone, please help her!!!" Hearing that, Greg instinctively rushed over to them.When he already arrive, the middle-aged wo
The atmosphere at Millen's mansion is very gloomy due to Grandma Millen's crying. She hasn't stopped crying ever since she found out that her precious wedding ring was missing. "Come on, mom, please don’t cry. We'll find the ring soon. Don’t worry about it," said Mr. Millen, stroking his mother's back, which was immediately rewarded with a slap. "Don’t cry, you say??" snapped Grandma Millen, "How come I’m not crying after finding out that my ring is missing, Charles?! That ring is not just any ring, it was a gift from your father when he proposed to me on cruise, and OHH…." after that, Grandma Millen started to cry again. Seeing that, Mr. Millen just shook his head as he looked at his wife for help. While everyone was busy comforting Grandma Millen, George just sat quietly, biting his nails nervously. To be honest, he knows where the ring is. In fact, George really knows because... He’s the culprit behind the missing ring! "Damn it! How did Grandma notice it so quickly? I don’
Greg sat on the couch, sighing deeply as he read the news. "I should have punished him harsher. Who knew that making him pee in public would be too nice for him," thought Greg, scrolling through the internet. The word "Millen's ex-son-in-law" has now become the top trending news after they released an official statement along with his photo. The Millen accuse Greg of being a shameless son-in-law for stealing Grandma Millen's wedding ring for money after all "the good" they've done for him. They tell the "chronology" of how they first found Greg as a bum at a flea market, and asked him to move in with him, which was of course a lie as it was Grandpa Millen who introduced him to them as "Tramp". The Millen even dramatized the story by telling how they allowed him to marry their precious daughter, Georgia regardless of social status because they believed that Greg loved her sincerely, and that last news managed to anger netizens because now the comments column is full with their comm
Again, George try to called his friend who owned the bar, only to get no answer. After several attempts, George finally let out a rough sigh and decided to hang up. "How dare he not pick up my call while his status was online!" grunted George, staring at his phone. "Okay, fine then! I don't need him either, don't expect to crawl back and become friends with the Millen again. Tsk, I'm only friends with him out of pity. His family bar is not even close to my type of place to spend the day anyway! I can just go to another bar. Stupid commoners," cursed George, spitting in front of the bar before moving to another bar.Unfortunately, George received the same response. His membership was denied again! "I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid you’re not eligible to enter this bar and—AGH!!" "Why… WHY I’M NOT ELIGIBLE TO ENTER THIS BAR?!" shouted George, clutching the maid’s collar tightly. Who cares that he’s now become a public spectacle? His patience is running out! How dare all these bars r
It was late when Greg had just finished his paperwork for Vonicon. He only needed to review his own company documents before he called it a day. Click! "That's should be enough. For now, there’s nothing I can do except wait for their response regarding the plans. I think they will approve it since this project has good advantages for the futures market," Greg muttered as he stretched himself. Now that his job is done, Greg decides to take another look at his underling's files about the Hills and their true motives behind supporting his ex-wife's family. It turned out that all this time they just did it to get the Millens, especially Mr. Millen, on their side so that their son, Victor, could marry Mr.Millen’s daughter, Georgia. Although the whole Millen, except for Mara's father, is just a nobody. The Millen have something that the Hills want on which they might can only get it through Mr. Millen. And that’s a piece of land in the CBD, which belongs to Lord Millen, Georgia's Grandf
"His name… Ah, sorry, for now, the name of the new CEO of Vonicon is being kept secret due to some reason. For now, the new CEO has chosen to be referred to as "The Second Heir". Von Ritcher stated that The Second Heir would most likely be the sole heir in the future who would handle Von Ritcher's companies, considering that Griffin Von Ritcher's condition is currently not possible after that incident. The next news is..." Cklek! "I already do as you say," said Dylan, who had just arrived. "That's great," Greg answered curtly without intending to look away from his document. He had been expecting Dylan's arrival after hearing his footsteps outside of his room. Seeing how relaxed Greg looked after the shocking announcement, Dylan couldn't help but start to sigh deeply. "Hey, uhm… Don’t you kind of feel worried?" Dylan asked carefully. "Worried about what?" Greg replied casually as he flipped through the document and read it contents. "About the announcement," Dylan let another
The next day, Greg went to Vonicon to meet Madeline White, the Vonicon director. Even though he hid his identity, Greg still had to meet and introduce himself to the director as a form of formality, and Greg didn’t mind that idea since he had some plans to do in Vonicon that required the director, which was: Screening the candidates. "The announcement has been a real big hit for Vonicon. Apart from the drastic market increase, the announcement succeeded in getting many people interested in working with Vonicon. They even came to offer cooperation before the office opened." Greg thought as he walked around and looked at the faces of the candidates he might work with one by one. After he became the headline of the news, a lot of people tried to find any information about him and that time,Greg immediately jumped at the opportunity by opening an offer for those who wants to work with Vonicon, considering the company was quite underrated. Luckily, the strategy seemed to be work bec
At The Faith's Company.The imposing wooden door of Charles Faith's office had a distinct rhythm as it received three sharp knocks, echoing through the hushed corridor."Come in."The door swung open, and his impeccably dressed secretary entered with a respectful bow. She carried a folder and a map, her demeanor exuding professionalism."Good morning, Mr. Faith," she greeted. "I just wanted to inform you that the Faith Company's market is experiencing rapid growth. The score was higher than last month, and the number held a new sales record for our company, so our marketing team decided to set a higher score so that we can achieve higher success. Charles Faith, seated behind his polished mahogany desk, was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents. He glanced up from his work, intrigued by the news."Oh really? Is that so?" he inquired, his piercing gaze focused on the secretary. Then, with a calculated curiosity, he asked, "And how is Von Ritcher doing? Have we surpassed them, and
Months had passed since the chilling night at Bluebell Inn, and the air of uncertainty still clung to Greg. The events that unfolded during the banquet remained etched in his memory, and the questions surrounding Griffin and Behav's secrets continued to haunt him. [Breaking news flashed on the screen, interrupting the usual morning routine. "In a shocking turn of events, it has been months since the youngest heir of Von Ritcher, Griffin Von Ritcher, died mysteriously of poisoning and now, another blow has struck the Von Ritcher family as one of their main subsidiary companies, Behav, has been revealed to have been hiding a significant secret. The company was linked to the water disposal incident from Bluebell years ago, a scandal that has sent shockwaves through the corporate world and---"PIP!] "Another day, and the news seems unending, huh?" Greg mused as he stared at the blank screen. CKLEK!“Hey, Greg. Sorry for bothering you, but I just want to remind you that minutes from n
Greg's thoughts swirled with uncertainty, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. And just as he was wrestling with the question of how to navigate the unexpected presence of Griffin and Mara, a sudden knock at the door disrupted his contemplation. It was one of Bluebell Inn's servants."Good afternoon," the inn servant began, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to remind you that the banquet is now available, and you are welcome to join if you wish."Greg nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you. We'll head to the banquet shortly."As the servant left, Dylan turned to Greg. "Looks like the banquet is already open. Shall we go now?" he asked, and Greg nodded."Sure. Let’s head to the banquet," he said.+++TIME SKIPAs they had arrived at the banquet, the room was already full with the executives.The room was adorned with elegant decorations, giving it the air of an official gathering rather than a simple dinner."Wow... the banquet is quite full," Dylan
As Greg continued to ponder the familiarity of the bag, Alan's voice abruptly brought him back to the present.“Hey, Greg. I’ve been searching for you everywhere," Alan said with a friendly smile. "We need to get inside the lab building. Everyone's already gathered inside since Mr. Smith has already arrived.""Alright, I'll come in," Greg said, as he followed Alan.Inside the Old Behav Lab Building...Greg stepped into the old Behav lab building and found that everyone had already gathered inside. The room buzzed with whispered conversations as the executives engaged in hushed discussions. There was a certain nostalgia in the air, a reminder that many of them had started their careers in this old abandoned lab when they were young scholars. Some of the executives were reminiscing about the past, discussing their memories of working in this very building."Everyone must be feeling nostalgic, considering it's been a long time since they set foot in here," Greg mused as he observed thei
The morning sun bathed the Bluebell Inn in warm, golden light as the executives of Behav Industries enjoyed a grand breakfast. As everyone was eating, Greg, who was sitting on the corner couldn't help but observe Jason, who was now sitting at a table, laughing heartily with Bradley. It was a stark contrast to his furious demeanor just the day before. "Hm, that was weird, how come Jason suddenly changed his mind in one day? Wasn't he still angry yesterday?" Greg mused as he silently drank his coffee."Is Bradley perhaps saying something to him? He must have said something to Jason since he was still mad yesterday. "What did Bradley say that managed to change Jason's mind in one da—” "Hoh, newbie, so you're joining our trip to the lab, huh? What did you say to Karel that made him suddenly let you? You didn't tell what Dr.Lou tells right?" Greg, who heard someone call his name, shifted his gaze and he immediately met with Alan's smiley face. Returning his smile, Greg said, "Nah
Greg now stared in disbelief at the sight before him. Under the bed, there was…“Dylan?” Greg exclaimed, his voice betraying his astonishment as he looked at his subordinate who grinned mischievously before slowly getting up from his hiding place."Hey, Greg," Dylan greeted with a smirk. "Phew, I was relieved to no longer be down there. It's pretty dirty under the bed."Greg scoffed, still bewildered by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Weren't you just out with your belongings minutes ago?"Dylan chuckled as he brushed off some dust from his clothes. “Well, about that… Let’s just say, I didn’t really go out since I was kinda curious about what you and Karel are about to discuss so I decided to eavesdrop for a while before going back to Maria and the teen room,” said Dylan, making Greg roll his eyes.“Anyway, Greg, about Karel’s question…” Dylan's grin faded, and his expression turned serious. "It was strange, don't you think? Like, why would he suddenly ask about Bradley and forgiveness? I
BRAK!The suite room's door swung open, and Karel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the spacious and luxurious surroundings. "Oh, so this is the room, huh? It's pretty big," Karel remarked as he began placing his belongings on the floor. "It's almost as big as the city's hotel suite room. Bluebell Inn should try to advertise more about this place. It'll definitely elevate their income."Greg followed Karel into the room, placing Karel's other belongings beside his own. "Well, yeah, I agree with you. Bluebell should try to advertise this place more" Greg replied, keeping his tone casual. 'Tsk, how come he and Dylan had the same thought?' Greg mused.Karel continued his assessment of the room. "And also, I think they need to fix the connection too. You know, even though this is an inn based in nature, this world is already modern, so Wi-Fi and a good connection have become primary needs, just like food and drink."“Yeah, I agree with you,” Greg briefly said.As they settled into the ro
Karel sighed as he heard what the receptionist said, his mind racing to find a solution to his predicament. "Hmm… So the only option that's available is just an extra bed, huh?" Karel said, a hint of frustration in his voice. The receptionist nodded, her eyes sympathetic.“Yes, sir, the only option available right now is the extra bed. But don’t worry, even though you'll be sleeping on an extra bed, we will give you a free breakfast as our apology for any discomfort you might experience—”As the receptionist talked about the inn's apologetic service, Karel, on the other hand, fell silent as he contemplated this option. Sharing a room with the executives wasn't his idea of a peaceful night's sleep given his personality as a picky person who had zero tolerance to someone else's habit."Hm… who should I sleep with? Alan and Mr. Anderson, or Dr. Lou?" Karel thought as pondered about the sleeping candidate. "It will be troublesome if I sleep with Alan and Mr. Anderson remembering how talka
"I know that exposing the lab and Bradley's activities will tarnish the company's reputation, but seriously, destroying Behav... Should we really just stay silent and let them do it?"***The tension in the room was palpable as Greg and Dylan exchanged thoughts about the executives' plan to expose Behav. Greg's brow furrowed as he considered Dylan's words, the weight of their conversation sinking in before saying, "Well, yeah. I guess so...?" Greg said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean...Why should we stop them? Just like what you said, by exposing the company, it will automatically tarnish its reputation. So what's the difference with letting the executives do that instead? Won't it be good since it didn't dirty our hands?"Greg asked, and Dylan nodded thoughtfully as he acknowledged the validity of Greg's points."Well, you're not wrong about that," Dylan admitted before continuing, "However, our purpose is different from theirs Greg. Our purpose in revealing Behav's illicit activities