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
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
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
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
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
A tall, shabby-looking young man is seen having an argument in one of the grocery stores at the flea market."What do you mean you don't want to sell this meat to me and give it to someone else instead? I took it first!""I'm sorry Greg but I'm afraid I can't sell it to you. He's my regular customer, and you…" He stopped and looked Greg up and down. "You're not! You can barely afford it, you only come to my shop when my meat is 50% off!""Yeah, I know about that, but still, I'm a customer, and I saw it first. You can't do that to me, it's not fair!" said Greg, who still couldn't accept his treatment."Fair? Why did you suddenly ask about that?" asked the butcher, looking down on him. "Those without power must listen to those who do in order to survive. If only justice had ever existed...Then poor people like you wouldn't exist! Come on, just give up and buy half rotten vegetables at the next shop like other poor people!"The butcher's words made Greg's blood boil! How dare he say tha
"Hey George. Wow, nice blazers! You got a billionaire vibe there, buddy," said one of the guests to George."Why thank you, David, and of course I have to dress up properly. After all, it's my grandma's birthday. There's no way I'm going to wear an old grandpa blazer like the one over there," He said, pointing at Greg, who was eating fruit with Georgia beside him.Georgia, who knew that they were being insulted, immediately glared at Greg."Why did you use that old blazer? Can’t you wear something else?""Well, this blazer was a gift from your grandpa to me, wouldn't it look nice if I wore it for your grandma's birthday?" He asked."Huh. Why does Grandpa have a bad taste in everything?" She thought as she rubbed her temples.David, who saw them, immediately furrowed his brows."Is your sister still with that poor? Why didn't she divorce him? I mean, your grandfather is already dead!" He asked George."Well, grandma would say no, you know what the folks would say if they divorced, gran
"What did he just say?""The vase… it's fake …, how could it be?"1 minute... 2 minutes...There's still no answer from George.The man was sweating while others gossiped. How did this poor rat find out he bought a fake vase? He couldn’t let others suspect him, he had to deny it! Fast!"Hahahahaha!" George laughed really hard with a shaking voice."What did you just say? Fake? What does a loser like you know?" George said while swallowing hard, his mouth was dry."I bought it directly from the main shop, not a second- hand-shop like you!Plus, in case you forgot, I'm an antique collector and also an antique lover so, there's no way this vase is fake!Next time, try to use a better reason to accuse someone, okay?""Oh really? So you are an antique collector and antique lover, huh?" Greg paused for a moment before showing George the vase he was holding. "Can you tell me something about this vase?""Pfft!!! Well, that's a piece of cake! It is an antique vase that I bought from China, its