"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
"Greg??" shouted Victor as soon as he saw him, making Georgia, who heard that immediately, turn around, and that time, she also held the same shock expression like Victor.It was obvious that neither of them had expected to see Greg again, especially not in front of Vonicon!Slowly, Georgia started to recover from her shock as her face morphed into a hateful expression as she looked at her ex-husband’s face disdainfully. It was clear that she was unhappy to see her ex-husband's face again."What are you doing here?" asked Georgia angrily, folding her arms but Greg, who was asked had no intention to answer and just stare lazily at his ex-wife's face.Unlike them, Greg already expect that Georgia and Victor would come to Vonicon after the announcement. How could they not come here to ask for cooperation, considering that the Millen company is now in bad shape. But even though he already guessed it, Greg still hopes that he won't bump into them again because he's lazy to dealing with sh
"Could you tell me who The Second Heir's name is?" asked Greg, which immediately made Victor’s heart stop beating.He didn’t expect that Greg would ask his name!"Damn… Why did this stupid tramp suddenly ask these questions? I underestimate him too much!" mused Victor anxiously as he was starting to regret his words about promising to talk about his good deeds.But not long after, Victor starts to recover from his shock as he laughs sinisterly, "Greg, are you stupid??" said Victor, wiping away his fake tears as he looked at him disdainfully."Tell The Second Heir's name? Do you expect me, his best friend, to spill his name to you? Tsk! No way! Don’t you know that someone as high as him keeps his identity a secret for some important reason, unlike you, a tramp who can be known by anyone!" said Victor, and Greg just nodded his head in understanding."I see, you’re right, but you can at least call him, right?" asked Greg again, making Victor once again shocked."Call The Second Heir?" gu
Madeline immediately fell into complete silence after hearing Greg's words.In all of her years working as the director of Vonicon, Madeline has never faced this kind of serious problem where the CEO suddenly decided to unilaterally terminate all the work contracts from a specific company.Moreover, the company that they ask to terminate has already worked with them for a long time!What did this company just do that made this Second Heir go this far? Did someone from The Hill's family just offend him?Madeline thought before she quickly regained her composure and said,"Okay, Mr. Von Ritcher. I understand. I will order all the staff to no longer work with the Hills, and I will also terminate all of their contracts now," stated Madeline as she rushed out to carry his order. She didn’t want to risk losing her hard-earned position by offending The Second Heir even more!Once Madeline was already out of sight, a small smile started to form on his lips."Now, let’s see… Who’s going to cra
Kring… Kring… PIP [Hi, is he already taking over Vonicon? How does it go?] [So he kicked out The Hill?! Wow, what a great way to start his first day! How’s Madeline's reaction? As far as I know, that woman is pretty strict and a judging type, she must have a bad impression of him!] [Oh, so… Madeline like him, huh? Tsk, all women are same. Always get lured easily by mini attention.] [Alright, for now, let’s just stay silent and keep an eye on him. We just need to wait for the right time to strike. Anyway, I already sent the payment to your account, please check.] [Okay, that’s all I want to ask. I must hang up now, see you later.] PIP! *** "It’s great to know you, Mr. Von Ritcher, and I must admit that your idea about this project is brilliant. I’m really looking forward to working with you." "Same, I’m looking forward to working with you too." After escorting the new collaborator out, Greg went back to his seat to continue his work. But not long after, another knock was hear
"You know she has to work hard for her sick mother, and maybe do some "night jobs" to earn more," said the taller co-worker, making Mara furrow her brows.A night job? What did she mean?"Oh, you’re right, Joy!" exclaimed the shorter co-worker. "I completely forgot about it! Well, let’s ask others, then, hey James,are you—""Hey… Um, excuse me," Said Mara suddenly, making the two co-workers stop as they turned their heads toward her direction. "What do you mean by night jobs? If you're asking whether I'm free at night, I—""Tsk! Don’t you dare act innocent in front of us! Do you think we don’t know what you do every night?" accused Joy, which confused Mara even more. She honestly had no idea what her coworker was saying!Seeing her confused expression, Joy immediately snorted before walking toward Mara."Rumor has it that you used to work as a prostitute. They even say that you managed to get a job here because you seduced our manager in the bar! Hah!I never thought that you would us
"CHEERS!!!" CLANG! "Wow, Georgia. I'm so happy for you. I can't believe that you're finally back with him!" said Beth, wiping away her crocodile tears. "Yes, same with me. I'm happy for you," said Joy. "I can't imagine how miserable you must have been with that good-for-nothing husband. I have to admit that you really are strong, girl!" "Awww, you guys are so sweet. Well, enough now. Let’s not bring up that person. His life is already hard after my family kicked him out. Why should we add his misery by talking bad about him," said Georgia, pretending to be sorry even though inside, she was very happy! After a long delay, today Georgia can finally invite her two best friends, Joy and Beth, to have some girls night in order to celebrate her success in becoming Victor's wife and also, her divorce with her poor ex-husband, Greg. Even though this celebration looks simple, Georgia actually had to experience a lot of drama to be able to celebrate it. "It’s such a shame that I can only
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