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
As Mara and Greg entered The Oldy Cafe, they immediately settled in their usual spot. The cozy ambiance and familiar surroundings provided them with a sense of comfort.They perused the menu and made their selections, eagerly anticipating their favorite dishes. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Mara and Greg engaged in lively conversation. The ease with which they communicated was a testament to their strong connection."What? Really?! So you're just getting a new collaboration with Barons Company?! The company that was owned by Baronica Baron?" Greg asked, and Mara immediately nodded."Yeah, it's true! Haha, it's unbelievable, right?! I, myself, also can't believe it! Like at first, they seemed fussy and disliked my idea, but the next thing I knew, they accepted my proposal!" Mara exclaimed, a mixture of pride and disbelief evident in her voice."Well, that's good for you, then! It means that your business ability has increased! You deserve all the success that co
As Mara and Greg walked out of The Oldy Cafe, they continued their conversation, savoring the last few moments of their time together. The evening breeze gently rustled the leaves, creating a soothing atmosphere. "You know, Mara, it's always a pleasure spending time with you," Greg said, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Our conversations are always so engaging and meaningful." Mara grinned, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Likewise, Greg. You have a way of making me feel heard and understood. It's a rare quality to find in someone." As they reached a crossroads, the time to part ways had reluctantly arrived. Greg began walking towards his apartment, deep in thought about their earlier conversation. “Sometimes, I can just feel it from the way you talk and the way you solve problems. I don’t know how, but you can always solve everything quickly as if you’ve already been through all of this. I wonder if there’s more to you than meets the eye.” Remembering that, Greg couldn’t h
The air in Greg's apartment seemed to grow thick with tension as he locked eyes with Dylan. His mind was still reeling from the shocking revelation Dylan had just disclosed. So, his father just let him out like that? “Greg, I know that you must be shocked right now, but listen, you must stay calm!” Dylan urged, his voice filled with concern. "Even though Griffin has been released and your father has reconsidered his decision, it still doesn't close the possibility that you can be the sol—" “So, when did you know about it?" “Y—Yes?” "I'm asking when you first heard the news about Griffin's release. Something as significant as this couldn't have just coincidentally come out at the same time as my father's decision to call me back to Ruam and reconsider his plans, right?" Greg pressed, his gaze unwavering. Dylan’s eyes darted away for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossing his face as he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. Greg's astute observation had hit its mark. Dyl
At the Millen Company, Mara sat in her office, her fingers drumming nervously on the desk. The decision to visit the Millen residence weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn't shake the conflicting emotions churning within her.The Millen, especially his uncle, had caused her and her mother immeasurable pain in the past. Their ruthless actions had left scars that had taken years to heal, and the bitterness still lingered.As she prepared to cancel her visit, Mara found herself wrestling with a different set of feelings. Her mind suddenly wandered back to the moments when Grandma Millen was still a loving presence in her life.Before her family was conned by Mr. Millen, Grandma Millen had been a kind and doting grandmother who would always spoil her grandchildren with sweets and affection. Those warm memories tugged at Mara's heart, making her hesitate in her decision to cancel the visit."But that was all in the past," Mara reminded herself, trying to push away the conflicting emo
At Greg’s apartment. “So, she’s in the Smart City right now?” “Yes. She’s in the Smart City now. It seems that she just arrived last night. As for her activities, we're still investigating, but it appears she has been moving around the city quite a bit.” “I see… Okay then. Keep an eye on her, but don't engage unless necessary. I want to know her every move." "Yes, Master. We'll keep her under surveillance.” After ending the call, Greg leaned against the window, deep in thought. He didn’t expect that his stepmother would move this fast. “What is she doing in the city right now? Did that witch already plan something?” Greg mused. . Back at the Millen residence. “I don’t need your help or anything, and until death I would never accept it!! ever!! NOW GET OUT FROM THIS PLACE!” Georgia screamed, her voice filled with rage. “Georgia, I understand that you’re angry but please, listen. I want to—” But Georgia was in no mood to listen. Her emotions are raw, and the pain of her famil
In one of the luxurious penthouses in Smart City, a woman lay in bed with her younger lover, Davis. The room was adorned with opulence, but the woman's mind was focused on her devious plans. "So, Lorraine..." Davis asked, curiosity evident in his voice, "Do you really love me?" “Of course I love you! If I didn’t love you, then I wouldn't be spending my time here with you,” Lorraine replied, her voice filled with seduction, making Davis intrigued and wanting to ask more. "Well, if you really love me then..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "When will you divorce your old husband and be with me?" Lorraine chuckled darkly. "Divorce?" she scoffed. "Why would I divorce him? Being his wife has so many benefits, especially when it comes to his wealth. Plus, you've just received that brand-new luxury car, haven't you?" Davis pouted slightly, acknowledging that she had a point. He then tried to change the topic. "Anyway, you look pretty relaxed today. Shouldn't you be busy pl
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