The Wibisono Group office car pulled out of the main building. Richard, the driver, sat in the front seat with a tense expression. Next to him, Bill sat with an unmistakable smile. And in the back seat, Kevin looked out the window with a blank expression."The first creditor is PT Widiacana," Bill began in a feigned tone of enthusiasm. "An import-export company. They owe fifty billion rupiah. It was due eight months ago."Kevin did not respond.Bill continued enthusiastically. "If you manage to collect that debt, Kevin, you'll get a commission of one billion rupiah. One billion! Imagine what you could do with that much money."Kevin glanced at Bill. He knew exactly what was on the man's mind. Bill didn't expect Kevin to succeed. Bill expected Kevin to leave the Widiacana building battered and bruised, or worse, carried away to the hospital on a stretcher."Of course," Bill added in a tone that sounded concerned, "the previous debt collectors never succeeded. Some of them even had to b

Bill and Richard could hardly believe their eyes when Kevin emerged from the building.No injuries. No bruises. Not even a strand of hair out of place."How..." Bill stammered. "I heard gunshots..."Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Gunshots?""Yes! From inside! I'm sure it was a firearm!"Kevin shrugged. "I don't know what you heard. All I know is, the debt's been paid." He showed the cheque and transfer proof on his phone.Bill snatched Kevin's phone and checked the transfer proof with wide eyes. Thirty billion rupiah. It had indeed been transferred to the Wibisono Group account."This... this can't be..." Bill muttered."Is anything impossible?" Kevin took his phone back. "Let's go to the next place. We still have four more creditors."Bill swallowed hard and followed Kevin to the car with slightly unsteady steps.---The second creditor was a manufacturing company called CV Sentosa Jaya. Their debt was smaller, "only" thirty billion rupiah.This time, Bill decided to go in with Kevin. H

"Vivian," Victor said in a lower voice, "you look a little flushed. Maybe we should move somewhere more... private? I have a room upstairs."Vivian nodded slowly, her smile turning into something that wasn't quite herself. "Maybe... that's a good idea..."Kevin arrived at their table."Sorry to interrupt," he said coldly, his hand immediately pressing a point on Vivian's neck.Vivian gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she had just woken up from a dream."Who are you?!" Victor stood up, his face red. "We're having an important meeting here!"Kevin didn't answer. His hand continued to work, pressing acupuncture points on Vivian's shoulders and arms. Each pressure point was designed to improve blood flow and remove the effects of the powder from Vivian's system."Kevin?" Vivian whispered in confusion. "What... why did I feel strange just now?""Be quiet for now," Kevin said softly. "Let me finish this."Victor moved forward angrily. "Hey! I'm asking you! Who are you and what are you

One by one, the family members left the room. Hendra and Nava with satisfied smiles. Beni with a stern face. Clara with an apologetic look towards her daughter.Vivian remained seated, alone in the room that suddenly felt very large and empty.---Outside the room, Kevin had heard everything.He walked to the mansion's back garden and sat on a wooden bench under an old banyan tree. His eyes gazed at the starry night sky.The wedding was cancelled. He had expected this to happen sooner or later. The Wibisono family would not allow their heir to marry someone with "no background". Fan was considered trash, just like him.Ironic. In their eyes, he was trash, unworthy. But they didn't know who they were really throwing away.His teacher had once said, "Fools judge a book by its cover. Let them. One day, they will regret it."Kevin smiled faintly. Maybe his teacher was right. Maybe not. What was clear was that he would not force himself to be accepted by people who did not want him.Footst

Merlan stared at Kevin in disbelief. "Kevin, you don't understand. The Surya Gunawan people are dangerous. Last year, a trader tried to stand up to them. He ended up in hospital for three months.""It's got nothing to do with me, right?" Kevin asked, changing the subject.Merlan sighed. "This is my parents' stall. They've been selling here for twenty years. This land was inherited from my grandfather." He paused for a moment. "Six months ago, Surya Gunawan started approaching us. He wanted to buy this land at a low price for a luxury apartment project. We refused, and since then..." His voice trembled. "...they've been harassing us. Damaging our merchandise. Threatening customers not to come. My father was even beaten up once."Kevin put down his spoon. "Why didn't you report it to the police?""We did." Merlan laughed bitterly. "Many times. But our reports were never followed up. The police said there was no evidence. Or that the perpetrators couldn't be found. The usual excuses."Ke