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
"Okay, so let me get this straight," Victor began, his voice calm and calculated. "The woman who offered you that deal wants to trap that tramp in the bar and have him involved with a sexual worker. Am I right?" "Yes, Victor," Georgia affirmed. "And once this plan succeeds, she promises to clear your family's and my name from the money laundering and drug allegations and return the Millen's company to you. Is it true?" “Yes, Victor. It’s true. But before that, we must make that tramp viral.” Victor fell into thoughtful silence, his mind running through the potential scenarios. He knew that arranging the situation in the bar wouldn't be too difficult with his vast connections. He could pull strings to ensure everything went as planned. As for the sexual worker… Victor had a few of his favorites that he could call upon, and was ready to assist anytime! “But Victor… The sexual worker that she wants is not a usual worker. I mean... It's not like the normal sexual worker we all know,
Greg frowned as he heard the sobbing on the other end of the line. Confusion swirled in his mind as he tried to process why this person would call him in such a state.“Hi, Who is this? Why are you crying?” Greg asked, but the caller didn’t answer his question and continued to cry.As he considered hanging up, the caller suddenly responded in a choked voice. “Hiks…Greg…It’s me, it’s me, Georgia.”Georgia?“Why did she suddenly call me?” Greg thought, feeling more confused, but he quickly regained his composure, dismissing those thoughts."What do you want?" he asked, in a distant and cold voice."Hiks... Greg,... I... I just want to talk," Georgia managed to say amid her tears. Greg’s eyes narrowed at her request. After all that had happened, she still had the audacity to reach him?“Li—Listen, Greg…I—I know that I hurt you, and I’m really sorry about it. I really do, Greg. But please, now I’m in trouble, and If it’s not you then… I don’t know who else to turn to! Oh… Please Greg, p
“Can you tell me what she looks like?"***Mara looked puzzled as Greg asked her to repeat about the fancy girl she saw at Georgia's house. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall the encounter.“Oh, yeah,” Mara began, “Well, I was waiting for Georgia to answer the door, and while I was standing there… I notice a woman walking down the hallway inside her house. She had this air of confidence and elegance that I couldn’t ignore.”Greg leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “What did she look like?”Mara took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to paint a picture of the mysterious woman in her mind. “She was wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair was long and styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders. And… She was carrying a branded purse with the letter ‘H’ on it.”"Is that it? Is there nothing else you remember about their appearance?" " Greg probed further, his mind racing with thoughts.Mara paused, trying to dig deeper into her memory.
Krinnggggg.... Kringggg....TUT!Krinnggggg.... Kringggg....Kringggggg“UGHH!!! Why do they keep calling me?! Didn't I already send them what they wanted last night? Tsk! What's so hard about letting me live peacefully for once..." the man grumbled, but in the end, he decided to pick up the call.PIP!“Hey! Stop calling me! Haven't I already given you what you want?"…"You want another update?! What do you want to know this time?”…sigh "Alright, alright. Fine! I’ll gather the details you need, but remember, this is the last time, okay? I don’t want to be involved any further.”…“Yeah…Yeah, okay, okay. Without you telling me, I’ll keep an eye on him. After all, it's my duty to keep a watchful eye on him. Now stop calling me. I'm already here, and I don't want to arouse suspicion if he sees me again. He's already suspicious enough as it is."PIP!With the call over, the first voice leaned back, a mix of frustration and concern on its face.“What did I do to get involved in this mess
Time seemed to stand still as Greg’s mind struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe his eyes!The waitress at the cafe was dressed like a school girl!Greg blinked, trying to process the sight before him. Was this some kind of costume? A uniform for the cafe? But that’s impossible since no one wears a uniform here.As his mind raced, trying to search for a logical explanation, one of the waitresses noticed his reaction and approached him with a smile."Is there something wrong, sir?" she inquired politely.“Oh, it’s nothing. I just noticed that the waitress over there is wearing a school uniform and I was wondering if she was actually a student,” Greg said. “It’s a bit unusual to see someone in a school uniform working in a cafe, right?”“Ah, I see…” The waitress chuckled lightly. “Well, don’t worry. That waitress is not a student. She’s just a cosplayer. You know how youngsters these days love to cosplay, right? It's a way for her to express herself while workin