Because only Marcell received a dangerous warning, it did not have any impact on Alan who prepared the car casually. The man drove slowly and leaned the car onto the road.Marcell was alarmed, he glanced at the rearview mirror right where the person he had accidentally seen was hiding. Two seconds later the person emerged from behind the wall to stare at Alan's departing car.He was clearly visible. A large man with brownish skin and a piercing in his left eyebrow. Marcell could see it, the tiny sparkle of the piercing. "Eh?" Alan suddenly slowed down the car. The road they were traveling on was narrow and could only be accessed by one car. Marcell looked over and saw a luxury Range Rover in front of Alan's car. It wasn't a blockade, but rather a road that couldn't fit."Isn't that Andreas’s friend?" Alan asked, sharpening his gaze on the passenger in the back."James?" Marcell also confirmed. He remembered that the man's name was James.James seemed to be smiling so small that he c

Did the system start helping her again?A second later, the system's voice rang in his ears and what followed was a conversation between Marie and someone on the phone that sounded very clear. Marcell recognized who Marie was talking to.It was Andreas' voice.They were talking about him."Maybe he's just an innocent boy who likes to get opportunities like this," Andreas replied.Marie chuckled. "Have you looked into his background?""No, I'm a bit busy meeting with state officials. Do you want to help me?" Andreas asked."Find out about the boy?""Yes, I think we can use that kid.""Hahahaha... you need a tool."Marcell furrowed his brow. They want to use him?"Right, he's just starting his business. It won't be so obvious, right? There are already too many skincare fields. We can use Marcell's business for our platform."Marcell thought again, focusing his gaze on Marie's back. Where the woman was busy chatting about it with Andreas Hubert.Perhaps this was the opening where the Her

Marcell returned to Oxford, having made sure there were no more invited guests or invitations from Andreas or his friends. He was still in the apartment when Mike left for Puffy Muffy. While Marcell would take a short break, he would monitor the running of the bakery from his tabbed screen. Mike was working seriously, sending daily reports on sales, what kind of bread was popular, the money spent on ingredients and packaging. It was steady, but Marcell wanted Puffy Muffy to be recognized by the whole of Oxford. So, Marcell is looking for equipment for a stand that he will open in several parks in Oxford and London. He will further expand the recognition of Puffy Muffy. When Oxford was recognized, and Londoners were still looking for Puffy Muffy, Marcell was determined to open a branch in London. "That's a great idea, what do you need me for this time?" asked Alan on the other end of the phone when Marcell called and told him the future plans for Puffy Muffy. "Look for a crowded a

"Twenty bodyguards are too many for just an ordinary person. Try counting Dayton's bodyguards." Marcus spoke up comparing Dayton Longbuttom's bodyguards who were obviously important people. "Is he the son of a Mafia man?" asked Anne guessing. "This is very confusing. You're not mistaken Marie?" James asked making sure once again that he hadn't heard wrong. Marie rolled her eyes. It was annoying to be asked the same question over and over again. "Isn't that great news," Dayton said. Everyone was paying full attention to him. How could Dayton say something like that. "What do you mean?" asked Andreas. "If he really is the son of a Mafia man. He has a lot of bodyguards, and of course he likes money. It would be very easy to work with him. The money we bring will not be visible to the public. He'll keep it well, behind those ruthless bodyguards." Dayton casually folded his legs, sipping a glass of his favorite vodka. Everyone was transfixed. Understanding why Dayton was so smart w

Marcell actually bought the building next to his bakery. Using the money he got from the system. There was still a lot left and he would use it for renovation costs and other café needs. They had a deal, just waiting for the current tenant's contract to finish. But at the same time he got an email from Dayton Longbuttom. The man invited Puffy Muffy to his son's 17th birthday party. Dayton also gave an attractive offer regarding the amount of the perpcs cake price. Marcell agreed immediately. He remembered, very much remembered Alan's words at that time. Entering Dayton's sphere is dangerous. But you know, this is the mission of the system in his head. But surely something will be revealed, right? Oh my! Could that be what the system wanted? To reveal something about Andreas Hubert and his friends? Exhaling, Marcell lay down after cleaning himself. It was now ten o'clock in the evening. Marcell was tired, he still had a lot to think about the bakery and cafe he was going to op