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
KRUUKKKK~~~ Greg immediately stopped in his tracks as he heard the loud rumbling sound. His brows furrowed in confusion, and when he found the school girl, looking embarrassed and apologetic. "I—I'm sorry!" The school girl stammered, her cheeks turning pink. "My stomach's been acting up since morning, and it's making all these weird noises..." she lied, making Greg chuckle. "No need to apologize, it can happen to anyone," he said with a reassuring smile. "Actually… I was planning to grab something to eat. Do you want to join me?" The school girl hesitated for a moment. She couldn't help but feel reluctant with Greg’s offer, remembering he just helped her earlier, and she didn't want to inconvenience him further. "I-I don't want to trouble you, really," The school girl murmured, trying to decline politely. But after she said that, her stomach started rumbling again, and this time, it was louder than before, which made her more embarrassed. Hearing that, Greg raised an eyebrow play
After finishing their meal at the fast-food restaurant, Greg and Tina walked out into the bustling city streets. The cool evening air brought a sense of comfort, and Tina felt a warm gratitude towards Greg for the delightful company and the delicious meal they had shared.“Thank you so much for treating me, Greg. You didn’t have to do this, but you still did it and I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely.“You don’t need to thank me,” Greg replied with a warm smile. “I had a great time, and it's nice to see you enjoy the food.”Tina smiled back, her heart feeling lighter than before. Greg had an air of kindness that made her feel at ease, and she was grateful to have met him. But before they could part ways, Greg had one more thing to say.“You know, Tina,” Greg began, looking thoughtful. “I want you to keep that determination alive. Keep working hard and believing in yourself until you make it to GVR Company. Your dreams are not impossible, and sometimes, it's the belief in ours
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