In his apartment, Greg sat diligently at his desk, surrounded by papers and the soft glow of his computer screen. Even though, today Sunday, it still didn't stop Greg from working because for Greg, Time is money. Suddenly, a footstep was heard, and when the door opened, it revealed Dylan. A mix of surprise and concern showed on his face as his eyes scanned the piles of documents on Greg's desk. "Oh my... What are you doing here, buried in work?" Dylan exclaimed, his voice quivering in disbelief. "Don't you realize it's Sunday?" Not bothering to look up from his work, Greg remains working with his expression composed and determined. "So what, if it's Sunday? There's still so much work to do, and I must ensure everything is in order before Monday. Time is precious, regardless of the day." Hearing that, Dylan couldn't help but sigh as he shook his head in both admiration and exasperation. He knew Greg all too well—his relentless drive, his unwavering commitment to success. "Alright,
The next day, Mara arrived at Vonicon earlier than the designated time as she was afraid of getting lost, considering it was her first time there. Standing before the towering Vonicon building, Mara's eyes traced its magnificent structure, captivated by its sheer grandeur. "So, this is the place, huh?" she murmured to herself, awestruck by its commanding presence.Just as she had seen in Google images, the building stood tall and resolute, emanating an aura of success and power. Its glass windows glistened, reflecting the sunlight and casting an enchanting dance of light and shadow. But amidst the breathtaking sight, a surge of uncertainty washed over Mara. How could a seemingly ordinary company like Millen strike a deal with a mega-corporation like Vonicon?With Vonicon's reputation alone, Mara could infer that any company fortunate enough to collaborate with them must be on a global scale, like GVR Sub Company. It seemed implausible for Vonicon to partner with an ordinary company
After Madeline's declaration to proceed with the meeting, Mara stepped forward and launched into her confident presentation. With poise and conviction, she captivated the room as she shared her well-prepared proposal. Meanwhile, in Greg's office, Dylan watched the presentation intently, clearly impressed by Mara's delivery. He turned to Greg, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "She's really nailing it. Mara knows how to explain things in a way that's both engaging and informative." Greg, observing the presentation on his computer screen, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," he replied. "Mara has a unique talent for presenting complex ideas clearly. It's one of her strengths." Back in the meeting room, Mara delivered her presentation with finesse, her words flowing effortlessly as she showcased the details of her proposal. Madeline listened attentively, nodding occasionally to show her interest and engagement, while Gilbert, the ever-observant one, remained silent but keenly observ
Greg now sat in his office, looking deep in thought. He didn't know if it was just his feeling or not, but somehow... He felt like someone was watching him. "Hmmm... Not only today, but I've been feeling like this ever since I first arrived," Greg pondered, his mind filled with curiosity before the door suddenly swung open, and Dylan came to the room. "Hey, Greg. Just a quick reminder, the meeting is in a few minutes," he said. "Ah, alright. I'll be ready in a moment," Greg replied, rising from his seat. "By the way, Dylan?" "Yes?" "Besides you… Did Father send anyone else to keep an eye on me?" "No, it's just me. Your father only trusts me since I’m the only one who can handle you," said Dylan. "Why? Has something happened?” "Meh, it's nothing. I'm just curious. That's all.” After finishing his preparations, Greg and Dylan swiftly left the office. As they stood outside, Greg cast a final glance at the towering Vonicon building. "I hope it's just my imagination, and there's
As the room fell into stunned silence, Mara could sense the weight of disbelief and shock emanating from the Millen family and the others present. Gasps and wide eyes filled the space as the reality of the collaboration sank in. Georgia, unable to accept the truth, broke the silence with a strained voice, "This... This can't be happening. How is it possible? We've tried so hard, and yet..." George's eyes darted between Mara and the employee, his skepticism slowly giving way to astonishment. "I... I don't understand. How did you manage to secure such a massive deal? It's beyond anything we anticipated." Even Victor, who had been so adamant that securing the contract was impossible, stood there in disbelief. His face contorted with a mix of surprise, admiration, and a hint of resentment towards Mara. Grandma Millen, who had been reveling in Mara's supposed failure, suddenly found her smug expression replaced with a mix of surprise and annoyance. She struggled to find her words as h
As Mara stood in front of the bathroom sink, washing her hands, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming Millen party. She couldn't help but hesitate over whether to invite Greg or not. "I want Greg to be there, but I don't want him to feel uncomfortable or remind him of painful memories," Mara whispered to herself, her brows furrowing with uncertainty.After Mara's successful collaboration with Vonicon, Grandma Millen decided to hold a grand celebration to mark the occasion. The purpose of the party was to further elevate the Millen name, so they invited a wide range of guests, including The Second Heir.Mara knew that during the event, Grandma Millen would publicly announce her as the Millen heiress, a momentous occasion she wanted to share with those closest to her, including Greg, who had been a supportive friend throughout her journey.However, the idea of inviting Greg stirred conflicting emotions within Mara. She couldn't ignore Greg's turbulent past with Georgia
As soon as Greg and Mara bid farewell at the restaurant, Greg made his way back to his apartment. Upon stepping inside, he noticed Dylan already waiting for him in the living room, comfortably settled on the sofa."Hey, it's unusual for you to suddenly call me at night. What happened?" Dylan inquired, his curiosity piqued. His gaze then shifted to the bag Greg was holding. "And what's that you're holding?""It's just some leftover food from the restaurant. We ordered way too much," Greg replied, placing the bag on the kitchen table. "Anyway, there's wagyu inside it, in case you're interested."Dylan's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of wagyu. "Of course, I'm interested! I've been craving it for a while," he exclaimed, heading towards the kitchen counter to grab the bag.While Dylan indulged in the delicious food, he turned to Greg and asked, his mouth full, "Are you sure you don't want any?""Nope. I had enough during dinner. It's all yours," Greg said, briefly messaging his s
George returned home with a big smile on his face. He couldn't believe what he just heard as he looked at the photo on his phone! "Mara... and Greg... Who would have guessed that these two lowly people know each other?" George mused, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction in his thoughts. It seemed almost unbelievable, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of delight at this unexpected revelation. Somehow, the mere possession of this photo had managed to brighten George's day, erasing the frustrations that had weighed on him earlier. It was as if a stroke of luck had washed away his previous discontent, replacing it with a renewed sense of purpose. With the significance of the photo sinking in, George's mind raced with possibilities. This unexpected leverage had the potential to be a powerful tool in his hands. It could reshape the dynamics within the Millen household and turn the tables in his favor. "Well, I must admit that for once David is useful! He's not that loser I thoug
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