Right now, Mara sat in her office at Millen Company with a gloomy expression on her face. She couldn't help but sigh deeply after remembering the footage of Georgia's court appearance. The emotions she had witnessed from Georgia had left a lasting impact on her. “I haven’t visited her in prison… Should I visit her? But what if she pushes me away again?” Mara thought as she contemplated her decision to visit Georgia. The memories of their last encounter flashed in her mind, where Georgia pushed her away and rejected her help, stating that she didn't want any help from the woman she believed was responsible for her family’s downfall, which, of course, wasn’t true since what happened was quite the opposite. Georgia's father was the one who had conned Mara's family, not hers. But even so, Mara couldn’t blame Georgia for her reaction since the truth must be quite shocking for her. Despite everything that had happened between their families, Mara still felt a sense of sadness for Georgi
In the dimly lit confines of her prison cell, Georgia's gloomy day began. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the small window, casting faint streaks of light on the cold concrete floor. The shrill sound of the prison alarm echoed through the corridors, signaling the start of another monotonous day. Georgia groaned as she rolled over on her narrow bed, trying to drown out the harsh reality that awaited her. She had grown accustomed to the routine, but it offered little solace in the face of her current predicament. As the morning bell rang, the inmates were called to gather in the mess hall for breakfast. Georgia joined the line of prisoners, her eyes downcast, avoiding any unnecessary interactions. The atmosphere in the mess hall was tense, with cliques forming among the inmates. Georgia noticed a group of women sitting together, casting disdainful glances her way. They were the same ones who had made her life a living hell since she arrived. She couldn’t help but overhea
The officer led Georgia through the narrow, dimly lit corridors of the prison, each step feeling heavier than the last. Georgia’s mind was still reeling from the unexpected news of a visitor. She couldn’t imagine who would come to see her after everything that had transpired.As they approached the designated room for visitors, Georgia’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t help but hope that it was Greg, who was standing on the other side of that door. The thought of seeing him again after all that had happened stirred a mix of emotions within her.The officer opened the door, and Georgia stepped inside the small, plain room.It had a table with chairs on either side, separated by a transparent screen. On one side, she took her seat, trying to compose herself as she waited for the visitor.As the door behind her closed, Georgia began to feel more curious as she tried to guess the visitor.The anticipation seemed to stretch like an eternity until the door on the other side of the
Georgia’s eyes widened at the unexpected offer. She hadn’t thought about reaching out to Greg, but now that Mara had mentioned it, a part of her felt compelled to do so.However, she quickly tried to diminish her thought, vivid memories of how she had broken his heart and treated him poorly resurfacing.“Oh well… about that, maybe it’s better for me not to bother him,” Georgia replied, attempting to hide her mixed emotions behind a crooked smile. “I mean, what could I possibly say to him after everything that happened…?”“You never know until you try,” Mara replied with a reassuring smile. “But if I were you, I would try it. Greg is a kind and understanding person, and I believe that he would appreciate hearing something from you, even if it’s just to let him know how you’re doing.”“But…What if he doesn’t want to hear from me?” Georgia wondered aloud, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “You know what I did was crucial. I’m not just talking about treating him badly and cheating. I als
In a luxurious building in Ruam, a sophisticated-looking woman dressed as a secretary walked through the polished marble hallways, carrying a stack of important document files. Her steps were confident and measured, befitting someone who worked in the upper echelons of the business world. She approached a grand wooden door, where a golden nameplate read "President's Office."With a soft knock on the door, a deep voice from within commanded, “Come in.”The secretary opened the door and entered the room. It was an opulent space, adorned with tasteful art and plush furnishings with the ‘F’ symbol engraved on them.At the desk, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence sat, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the document before him.“Master, I’ve gathered everything you requested,” the secretary said, bowing respectfully.The man looked up, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, good job. Let me see what you've got," he replied, his voice oozing authority.The secretary handed over the file
Dylan huffed in annoyance as he stared at the flight information display once again. "Delayed again? Seriously?!" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice, while Greg, on the other hand, surprisingly remained calm as he leaned back in his seat.“Well, what can we do, Dylan? Delays happen sometimes. After all, they are a part of traveling," he said, trying to reassure his friend.Dylan glanced at Greg, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you bothered by this at all? We've been waiting for hours!" he exclaimed.Greg chuckled lightly. "Well, getting upset won't change the situation, will it? We'll get on that plane eventually. In the meantime, why don't we find something to do to pass the time?" he suggested.Dylan sighed, realizing that Greg had a point. "Fine, but what do you suggest we do?" he asked, genuinely curious about how Greg remained so composed.“Hmmm… Well, there are plenty of things we can do here, like grabbing something to eat, exploring the airport, or even finding a quiet
In the opulent estate of Von Ritcher, the atmosphere was tense as Austine stood in their bedroom, holding the incriminating photos of his son, Greg. His eyes burned with anger and resentment as he stared at the images, and his hands trembled with emotion.“W—What’s this?! How dare he bring shame to this family!" Austine’s voice quivered with rage, unable to contain the flood of emotions that surged within him.“Oh, my darling, it’s truly heart-wrenching to see such betrayal from your own flesh and blood. Especially after you’re kind enough to give him a second chance to prove himself,” she said with a hint of sarcasm, carefully gauging Austine’s reaction.Austine's grip on the photos tightened, and his anger grew with each passing second. "I trusted him, believed in him, and this is how he repays me? By tarnishing the Von Ritcher name with this?" he seethed.Lorraine continued to goad him, her voice dripping with disdain. "I always knew he was a disappointment, but to think he stooped
Greg and Dylan exchanged puzzled glances as they observed the stark contrast between the two siblings.While the little girl was adorned in elegance, her brother seemed to be struggling in shabby attire. It was a sight that tugged at their hearts and left them with many questions.“Isn’t that strange?” Dylan whispered to Greg, trying not to be obvious as he gestured towards the children.“Yeah, it is,” Greg replied in a hushed tone, concern etched on his face. “I mean, they’re siblings, right? Why is there such a huge difference in how they’re dressed?”As they continued to watch, the mother and her children were seated at a nearby table, and Lucy approached them to take their order.Curiosity getting the better of him, Greg leaned towards Lucy as she came back to their table with their food. "Hey, Lucy, sorry to pry, but do you know anything about that family over there? The one with the two kids,” he asked, trying to sound casual.Lucy looked at the family and then back at Greg, a h
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