The clock showed 10:00, and in less than a minute from now, the flight gate to Ruoxia would be opened."I already settled all the office matters yesterday, and Dylan already confirmed that he’s already on Vonicon. There shouldn’t be any problem," Greg pondered, staring at his phone before refreshing it to ensure he didn’t miss anything.Unlike his previous business trip, this time Greg used a regular flight, which made it difficult for him to use his phone during the journey.Although it was a difficult decision for Von Rticher to let Greg fly using regular plane considering his status as their heir, flying on a regular plane was still the best option to avoid attracting public attention, given that he was hiding his identity.As for Greg himself, he didn't mind with that idea since it was rare for him to travel on a regular plane, and he was actually kinda curious about it. Besides, this mode of transportation would make it easier for Lawson to pick him up without the interference o
"It hasn't been long since the police uncovered illicit activities at the Live Club, an infamous nightclub that has recently come under scrutiny. Amidst the arrests made, one individual stood out—a seemingly innocent employee belonging to a well-known subsidiary company of GVR Company." "It's unbelievable! I can't believe Mara would be caught up in something like this!" "I know, right? She always appeared so innocent. Who would have thought she was actually working at a nightclub?" "Just yesterday, there was a rumor going around that she stole someone's husband, and now there's news spreading that she's involved in prostitution. Karma sure caught up with her quickly!" "Poor Joy. She must be shocked by all of this. She just wanted to take the new girl out after the office dinner. Who would have thought the new girl would take her to a nightclub?" These were the murmurs circulating among the employees at the GVR subsidiary company after a video of the nightclub raid spread through
Today, Joy strode confidently toward the office, a smug smile playing on her lips. The current situation pleased her immensely."Who would have thought things would take such a swift turn?" Joy mused, her smile widening.After learning Mara's dark secret from Georgia, Joy hatched a plan. She would take Mara to the Live Club, getting her intoxicated in the hope of eliciting a confession about her affair with Greg, Georgia's ex-husband.Joy intended to record the confession and share it in the office group chat to make her despised by everyone. That way, the scandal would lead to Mara's departure from the company, leaving Joy as the most dedicated employee and a potential candidate for promotion.However, just as Mara was about to answer her questions, the police unexpectedly barged in, much to Joy's surprise and at that moment, Joy believed her life would be ruined and she would be arrested for drugging Mara. But surprisingly, the police mistook Mara, who was under the influence, as a
Joy dismissed the first message with a scoff, her brow furrowing as she read the words on her phone screen. "Karma has a way of catching up with those who play the victim? Tsk! Who sends a message like this these days?" she thought, rolling her eyes as she dismissed it and refocused on her work, determined to climb the corporate ladder and leave her mark on the company.She couldn’t let a meaningless prank like that distract her.+++"Wow, Joy... I never thought that you're actually this type of friend!""Same here! At first, I thought you were just a competitive person. Who knows you're actually fun!""Haha! Well, that's why you shouldn't judge people by their cover," laughed Joy.Right now, Joy sat in the office cafeteria, having lunch with her new best friends, Sarah and Lisa. She had recently decided to change her circle of friends, realizing the importance of networking and forming connections in a competitive environment like GVR Sub Company.Though she enjoyed the company of h
Joy stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing. Inside the vice president's office stood Greg, Georgia's ex-husband, engaged in a conversation with the vice president himself. "How is this possible?" Joy whispered to herself, her mind racing to make sense of the situation. Greg, the man Georgia had described as a worthless individual, the same person who had a secret affair with Mara, was now conversing with a high-ranking official of the company? It didn't make any sense, unless… Suddenly, Greg turned around and caught a glimpse of Joy's presence. Realizing that she had been caught eavesdropping, panic surged through Joy. She knew she had to escape now! But as she turned to leave, a shadow emerged behind her, and before Joy could react, her world went black. +++ Meanwhile, back in the office, the news of Joy's absence began to spread among her coworkers.They had noticed her zoning out earlier and assumed it was related to personal issues. Concerned whispers fill
"Dear Mr. Millen,After a lot of thinking, we have decided to give Millen Company a chance to work with Vonicon. Please send one of your representatives from Millen Company, and make sure it's the best one to convince us.Note: Remember, don't send a candidate who has previously been presented."***Knock! Knock!"Come in."CKLEK!"Mr. Von Ritcher, I just wanted to let you know that I have sent the message offering the work contract to them," Madeline reported."Okay, Madeline. Have we received any response from them?" Greg asked."Yes, Mr. Von Ritcher. They have accepted the offer and expressed their gratitude. They also mentioned that they will not disappoint you and will provide their best candidate," Madeline replied, and Greg nodded."Okay, good. Thanks for your hard work. You can go now," Greg said, and Madeline bowed and left the room.After Madeline left, Greg turned to Dylan, who was working beside him. "It's unusual for you not to question my plan. You usually always ask abo
Flashback in the interrogation room: "What?!" Joy exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. She couldn't believe the offer she had just received from the mysterious figure. Persuading Georgia to make Mara the one and only Millen Representative? That seemed impossible! However, Joy quickly regained her composure, realizing the dire situation she was in as a prisoner. "I—I'm sorry," stammered Joy, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to shout. It's just that... I didn't expect your second offer to be like this. As for the first one about resigning, I can do that, but the second one… I promise I will try, but I'm not sure if it's possible since..." Joy couldn't continue her words due to fear. Deep inside, she realized that accepting this offer was the only way to save her life, but at the same time, she doubted whether she could fulfill the second part because, honestly, the offer was quite difficult. How could she convince Georgia, who had shown hatred towards Mara in t
[I have already persuaded her. Now, she should be convincing her family to make Mara the representative.]Greg sat at his desk, a satisfied smile on his face as he read the screenshot messages from his subordinate. "Well, she's not bad. Pretty fast too," he thought, contemplating hiring Joy for future tasks.Without wasting any time, he instructed his subordinate to immediately send compensation money to Joy for her successful persuasion.As Greg finished sending the message, Dylan entered the room, carrying a bag of food. "Hey, I've got your order," Dylan announced, placing the bag on the table. "They didn't have the drink you wanted, so I got you a smoothie instead. They say it's their specialty.""Thanks," Greg replied, walking over to the table to retrieve his food. He returned to his desk and began happily munching on his meal while continuing his work.Dylan couldn't help but notice Greg's contented expression."Good things just seem to happen to him," Dylan thought before frown
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