A few days later. "Daren, are you ready?" asked Varro, his father. "Of course, dad," Daren replied firmly. Tonight, Daren and Varro would be attending a charity event. Of course, Make - the assistant - was also going to the charity event. "Are you feeling better? Daren's worried about your cholesterol going up and your condition suddenly dropping," Daren said, he was very worried about his father's condition. "Don't worry, son, I'm fine. I've taken my medicine, and I'm not going to eat anything," Varro said. "Okay, dad."Daren and Varro walked out of the mansion. As Daren was about to get into the car, he got a chat from Sandra. Again Daren was again disturbed by that woman. Huh, very annoying. "Why, kiddo? Why when you read the chat, your expression changes?" asked the father who tried to read his son's expression. "It's okay, dad, Daren's just fed up that Sandra-cousin Rose keeps bothering Daren. Even though Daren no longer wants to take care of Rose's death case," Daren r

Daren was sitting in his black leather chair, staring at the stack of files waiting to be reviewed.[Keep up the good work, honey]A message from his girlfriend, who was currently in London, lifted his spirits. Of course, Daren wouldn't ignore the incoming DMs from his girlfriend, Naumi.[Yes, baby, I miss you]After experiencing failure, betrayed by his ex-wife, only Naumi could heal the wounds in the Davidson young master's heart.[Be patient, yes][Keep your heart for me, I'll be back]Daren smiled reading Naumi's reply.However, his tranquility was soon interrupted when his office door opened without a knock."Sandra," Daren sighed. "I'm busy. What's wrong?" Daren immediately put his cell phone down on the desk. "I don't care, Daren," Sandra replied in a loud voice. "You never reply to my DMs, don't answer my calls. What do you mean, you've gone too far, Daren!" Sandra protested. "I already told you, Sandra. I don't want to work on Rose's murder case anymore. It's useless, Justi

"Make, there's bad news!" Mr. Varro called Make-his assistant Daren. "Huh? What kind of bad news, sir?" asked Make. "As of now, Daren hasn't made it to London. I'm worried," said Varro. "Really?" Make was surprised to hear that his master had not arrived in London. "Yes, Make.""Sir, why don't you ask Alan for a favor. I will take you there if necessary," Make suggested and Mr. Varro agreed. Make finished his work first. After that, he rushed to the Davidson Mansion. In just thirty minutes, Make arrived at the mansion. And Varro was ready to leave for Alan's place. "Please, Mr. Varro!" Make opened the car door, respectfully inviting Mr. Varro into the car. Varro nodded and smiled slightly. Varro and Make immediately rushed to the small house on the edge of town, where Alan, a tracking expert who had helped him a lot on previous missions, lived. Not only did he help Mr. Varro, but Alan often helped him as well. Varro and Daren often assigned Alan because of his expertise in fi

The evening atmosphere at the Davidson Mansion was tense as Daren and Farel arrived with their faces covered in bruises. Make and a few of Daren's men joined them. They were immediately greeted by the servant who swiftly opened the door and let them in."Servant, immediately treat the wounds on Young Master Daren and Farel's faces," Make ordered firmly."Yes, sir," the servant replied as he bowed respectfully and immediately left to fetch the medical equipment.Daren sat on the living room sofa with a face full of exhaustion, while Farel leaned against the wall, enduring the pain.A few minutes later, the waiter arrived with the first aid kit and began cleaning and treating the wounds on Daren and Farel's faces. "You two are in really bad shape. What exactly happened?" asked Make as he watched the waiter work.Daren just let out a long sigh. "We'll discuss it later, Make. For now, the important thing is to make sure there are no internal injuries."Not long after, the doctor that Mak

Daren forced himself into the office this afternoon, though. Daren sat in his work chair. He stared out the window, thinking about his upcoming meeting with Mr. Yamamoto, a famous Japanese businessman. Mike, knocked on the door and entered with a file in his hand."Mr. Daren, Mr. Yamamoto has arrived. Are you ready to meet?" asked Mike in a calm voice.Daren nodded, "Let's meet him in the meeting room. Make sure all the cooperation documents are ready."Mike followed Daren out of the office and into the conference room. Inside the room, Mr. Yamamoto was waiting with a friendly smile on his face. After shaking hands and introducing themselves, they sat down at the long conference table."Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for coming and being willing to work with the Davidson Group," Daren said politely. "I really appreciate your decision to cancel the contract with Bryan's company. This is a big step for us."Mr. Yamamoto smiled slightly, "Daren, this decision was made based on a thorough evalua