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
Greg now found himself preparing for The Millen party, a place he never thought he would set foot in again. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he pondered the irony of the situation. Who would have known that he, the one they once looked down upon as a tramp and a trash son-in-law, would return to this very place? Unpleasant memories of his divorce and the judgment he faced resurfaced in Greg's mind. The disdainful glances, the whispers behind his back—all of it came rushing back. But Greg was determined not to let those memories tarnish his evening. As he adjusted his tie, the door to his room swung open, and Dylan walked in with his usual nonchalant demeanor. "Ready to go?" Dylan asked, his eyes scanning Greg's choice of attire. Greg nodded confidently. "I'm all set. Let's get this show on the road." Dylan's gaze settled on the old blazer Greg had chosen to wear, and a look of mild disbelief crossed his face. "Seriously, out of all the clothes you have, you had to pick th
The ballroom was filled with anticipation as Mara and Greg waited for the announcement. Time seemed to crawl, and Mara couldn't help but feel her excitement grow with each passing moment. "You look pretty excited," Greg remarked, his eyes fixated on Mara's joyful expression. "Ah, you noticed it, huh?” asked Mara. “Of course, how come I didn’t notice it if you have been smiling non-stop since we sat down," Greg said, which made Mara chuckle. “Well, you’re not wrong. Of course, I’m excited. How come I didn’t feel that way if this is the moment I already waited for a long time? Now that I’m back to being the Heiress, my mom’s life and I will get better!” said Mara, making Greg smile. “That’s true,” Greg agreed. “You deserve it. After all, the company was yours from the start. I have no doubt you'll rise to the occasion and bring Millen to new heights. "Absolutely. Despite the challenges Millen faces now, I believe we can overcome them. This collaboration with Vonicon will be the c
“LIAR!!!”Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the ballroom, jolting everyone from their shocked silence. The sound reverberated through the grand space, causing heads to turn in search of the source.In the midst of the hushed atmosphere, Mara stood with her face flushed red. Emotions of shock, disbelief, and anger are visible on her face as she looks at the stage.“M—Mara,” Greg uttered, his voice filled with concern and surprise as he witnessed the raw emotion pouring out of her.Undeterred by the curious gazes and hushed murmurs around her, Mara strode forward with unwavering determination. Each step resonated with a burning resolve as she made her way towards the stage, where Mr. Millen stood.As Mara reached the stage, her gaze locked immediately with Mr. Millen. “Y—You…” Mara said, her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. ”YOU’RE LYING! It wasn't George who won the collaboration, it was me! It was ME who won the collaboration, not HIM!!"Screamed Mara, which
In Millen’s Garden, the weight of the murmurs bore down on Mara's heart, and the room seemed to close in around her. The truth of her past and the prejudices associated with it unfolded before her eyes, leaving her feeling vulnerable and betrayed. The emptiness of Mr. Millen's promises stripped away her hopes and dreams, replaced by an overwhelming mix of disappointment, shame, and sadness. “Hiks…How could he just back down from his words just like that?” Mara thought, her voice drowned out by the sound of her sobs. She couldn’t help but feel the pain from Mr. Millen’s betrayal weighs heavily on her. It felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her adrift in a sea of emotions! As Mara continues to cry, unbeknownst to her Greg is secretly watching her from afar. “Huh… I should have thought that someone like Millen won’t let her get it easily,” Greg thought before he decided to approach her. After Greg is already in front of her, Mara still didn't notice
[Breaking news! The Millen family's involvement in illicit activities has just been revealed! In addition to Charles Millen's betrayal of his own brother by seizing his company, shocking evidence has emerged linking him to money laundering and drug dealing. In this criminal activity, the police start to suspect the involvement of their son-in-law. However, the police are unable to confirm the truth yet since Charles Millen is still in com—] “Oh well, who would have expected that he would suffer a heart attack after the news was released?” Greg thought as his eyes fixed on the television’s screen. Months have passed since the Millen’s downfall, and since then The Millen’s life turns upside down. After the news broke, the police immediately went to Millen’s mansion to arrest Mr. Millen. However, upon their arrival, the police discovered him in the midst of a heart attack which left them no choice but to postpone the case as they needed to rush him to the hospital for immediate me
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