As Kevin pleaded with the police to stop the investigation, his voice was desperate and filled with urgency. "Please, you have to believe me," he implored, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding. "This is all just a huge misunderstanding. Vanya is innocent, and she shouldn't have to suffer for something she didn't do."The police officer sighed, clearly torn between his duty and the emotional scene unfolding before him. "I understand your concern, sir, but we can't just drop the investigation without a proper resolution," he replied, trying to maintain a neutral stance."But you don't understand," Kevin persisted, his frustration growing. "It was Glenn who reported her, and he did it out of spite. He's trying to ruin her life just because he's angry with me."Glenn interjected with a bitter laugh. "Oh, so now you're blaming me for your mistress's mistakes? That's rich, Kevin.""I'm not her mistress!" Vanya finally
The next day, Kevin woke up to a whirlwind of chaos. The front pages of all the famous newspapers were plastered with headlines about him and his supposed mistress. The paparazzi's invasive photos and scandalous speculations had turned his personal life into a public spectacle.Gregory, his uncle and a man driven by appearances and reputation, stormed into Kevin's office, his face flushed with anger. "This is an utter disaster!" he exclaimed. "You need to clarify that Vanya is nothing more than a prostitute you hired for a one night stand."Kevin's jaw tightened, and he shot his uncle a determined look. "I won't do that," he said firmly. "Vanya is not a prostitute, and I won't stoop so low as to spread lies about her."Gregory's fury intensified. "You're ruining the family name and the company's reputation," he seethed. "This scandal is damaging everything we've worked so hard to build.""I don't care about the family name or the company's reputation if it means sacrificing Va
As the scandalous news continued to be broadcasted relentlessly, it seemed to saturate every corner of people's lives. The headlines were filled with sensational details about Kevin and Vanya's alleged relationship, leaving many viewers feeling tired of the constant media frenzy. Among those who couldn't escape the pervasive news was Vasky, an acquaintance of Vanya's who had once thought she was solely focused on pursuing a job at Schnellen Automobilindustrie.Vasky couldn't believe the rumors swirling around Vanya's supposed relationship with the rival company's CEO. He knew her as a driven and talented individual, but the news had painted her in a completely different light. Unable to shake off his curiosity and concern, he decided to take matters into his own hands and seek out the truth directly from Vanya.Not having her contact number, Vasky was left with only one option – relying on luck to run into her. He recalled the places where they had met
Realizing that he and Carlin became the center of attention, Vasky immediately went quiet. He felt annoyed by this woman’s behavior for not answering his question directly. The spectacled man sighed as his hand reached for the newspaper inside his backpack. His eyes cowered down, avoiding any pair of eyes that stared and chuckled at the commotion he and Carlin caused.“You’re quite hard to cooperate, aren’t you, Carlin?” Vasky pretended to give in. He slammed the newspaper on the table where Carlin munched on her lunch, a tuna sandwich with mayo. Intentionally, he showed the bold and intriguing headline news title. “Well then, if you don’t want to give some clear response. I’m pretty certain you’ll say something about your friend being in the news, Carlin,” said Vasky, this time sounding serious.The girl only raised one of her eyebrows upon looking at the newspaper front page Vasky pointed with his finger. As her eyes squinted, Carlin almost choked upon seeing a familiar brune
Vanya carved a bitter smile on her face upon seeing her face on the news, complete with a misleading title about her. Carlin who was impatient pressed her with another question, “Ugh, what’s with that face, Vanya? Come on, you know I don’t like to be kept waiting like this!”She sighed again, pausing for a second before muttering the truth. “I already know this news anyway, Carlin. Idna too said that the rumors were wild at her college. A lot of her friends keep asking her, like a paparazzi.”“Then you’re just sitting here, doing nothing while people out there slander you as a mistress from a reputable company owner?” Carlin asked while holding back her angered voice, “Your family already knew about this as well, Vanya. Why don’t you do something?”“Except my mom,” Vanya paused before continuing, “she didn't know anything about this yet, and I’m planning on hiding it so she wouldn't overthink this and get sick.”“Great, how long could you hide this news from your oblivious mot
“Come in, Mr. Vasky.”The detective, a man in his early 40s, invited his guest to enter his spacious home office with plenty of awards and plaques along the wall. Without any hesitation, Vasky entered the room and suited himself to sit at the armchair across from the detective’s desk.“So,” Vasky cleared his throat before opening the conversation, “You have found something suspicious about Schellen Automobilindustrie, Mr. Bukater?”“Oh, not just one thing,” the detective smiled proudly as he reached for a bundle of documents stored in a red folder. Mr. Bukater handed it to his guest and told him, “Everything you need is here, Mr. Vasky.”Filled with curiosity, Vasky opened the file and read every finding Mr. Bukater had gathered since last month. His pupils widened upon noticing some photos of impoverished young men in the file were in poor condition. The spectacled guy looked at the detective with confusion. “Who are these people?”“Those are the people of Zimmerschied, a s
On the next day, Vasky woke up earlier than usual. He rolled from the bed to reach his phone on the bedside, checking the time. The lightened-up screen showed half past eight in the morning. The man yawned lightly, then sat on the edge of his bed. Vasky blinked his eyes, waiting for the drowsiness in his body to go away. His thumb started scrolling through the list of contacts he didn't save much. It stopped at the letter V, which only had Vanya's number on it. Vasky pressed the name and considered something.That morning, he was determined to meet Kevin and ask him for his help in uncovering Gustav's cunning and the crimes he had committed so far. Vasky knows that the Autoekomsten company managed by Kevin is also on the brink, where his half-brother also plays a big role in undermining the company's success. The only way to meet Kevin is to ask Vanya for help.The man pressed the call button, hoping that Vanya would pick up his call and agree to meet. When the dial tone stopped, Vask
Vasky smiled gleefully upon hearing Kevin’s agreement for teaming up with him. After the two shook hands, he then said, “Now what we need is a further plan to take Gustav’s dirty company down.”"I'm sure the detective you hired to investigate this exploitation case has worked hard, but we have to go to the location," said Kevin as he returned the red folder to its owner. "Tell me, Vasky. Do those people live near Brussels, or at least Belgium?"Vasky shook his head. "I think you're right, Mr. Kevin, we have to take a look to collect stronger evidence. As for the location, they live in a small town in Germany called Zimmerscheid. "“Please, just call me Kevin. I think we’re around the same age,” the host asked, “How far is it from Brussels, by the way?”“Let me see,” Vasky checked on his phone, then showed the result to Kevin. “Fortunately, it’s not too far. Only around three hours ride by car.”“Excellent,” Kevin exclaimed in joy, then looked at Vasky. “So, who's going there
As Officer Smith stood there, stunned by the reporter's announcement that they were live on social media, panic began to creep in. She realized that her hasty dismissal of Vanya and Carlin's report was now being broadcast for the world to see, and she couldn't afford to talk rashly any longer.The viewers, who had tuned in to the live broadcast, began to question the truth of Vanya's earlier words aimed at Officer Smith. They typed furiously in the comment section, demanding answers and clarification.One viewer wrote, "Did Officer Smith really turn down evidence of a corporate scandal? That can't be true, can it?"Another viewer chimed in, "This sounds fishy. Why would the police dismiss such an important report?"Officer Smith felt the pressure mounting as she desperately tried to come up with a way to save face and protect her position and the reputation of the entire police institution.
Vanya and Carlin, clutching the stolen documents tightly, burst out of the Autoekomsten Corporation and into the bustling city streets. Their hearts were still pounding from their daring escape, but they knew that their mission was far from over.Vanya, her fiery red hair billowing behind her, hailed a passing taxi with a dramatic wave. "Quick, Carlin! To the nearest police station!"Carlin, always the meticulous planner, quickly got into the taxi and urged the driver to step on it. "Make it snappy, my good man! Time is of the essence."Little did they know that a black sedan had been discreetly tailing them since their exit. Inside the sedan, Agent Harris and her team were in hot pursuit, determined to catch up with the elusive thieves.Agent Harris, her patience wearing thin, muttered to herself, "These two are more slippery than a bar of soap in a sauna."As they weaved through the
Gregory's temper simmered as he wiped the hot coffee from his suit, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The audacity of his nephew Kevin, along with Carlin, Vasky, and Vanya, had pushed him to the brink. They may have stolen his secret documents and his precious jar of pickles, but they were gravely mistaken if they thought they could outsmart him.After the shock of their brazen theft, Gregory wasted no time. He reached for his phone, the touch screen lighting up with his practiced fingertips as he dialed the number for his security team. He knew that retrieving those documents, containing the damning evidence of his criminal activities, was paramount. His entire empire hung in the balance."Security, this is Gregory," he said with a tone of urgency as the call connected. "We have intruders in my study. I need them apprehended immediately. No, don't wait. I want them stopped now."As Gregory issued the commands, his mind
The morning sun bathed the scene as the trio stood outside the imposing walls of Autoekomsten, each prepared to play their part in this high-stakes charade. Carlin and Vanya appeared the part of legitimate employees, their attire and demeanor blending seamlessly with the corporate landscape.And then there was Vasky.In a sea of contemporary fashion, Vasky stood out like a time traveler who had stumbled upon the 21st century. His outfit, a mismatch of colors and patterns, seemed to defy the very laws of fashion coherence. Carlin, quick as ever, wasted no time seizing the opportunity for a light-hearted jab."Vasky," she teased, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "you look like the result of a fashion experiment gone awry. Did you raid a costume store from the '90s?"Vasky's expression was a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Carlin," he retorted, his tone laced with dry humor, "some of us appreciate timeless cl
On the designated day, the air was charged with anticipation as Kevin and Vasky embarked on their rendezvous to strategize against the looming shadow of Gregory. The weight of Gregory's influence gnawed at Kevin's authority, a constant reminder of the battle they were about to wage.Kevin's steps were measured yet purposeful, his demeanor a blend of determination and exasperation. As he neared the cafe, he couldn't help but feel like a leader in name alone, a puppet whose strings were held by an unseen puppeteer.Vasky, the embodiment of precision, walked beside him like a strategist preparing for a war council. His thoughts were a symphony of plans and contingencies, a testament to his analytical prowess.“Kev, is it just me or do the people look at us funny?” asked Vasky out of the blue while forcing an awkward smile, only to be equalled by his very own quirky penguin walk.Kevin smirked. “Nah, it’s just your imagination, Vash. Or perhaps they think we’re a couple. I mean, w
The courtroom erupted like a volcano finally unleashed. The witnesses' revelations, direct and unfiltered, detonated a cascade of gasps and whispers that filled the room. The air buzzed with disbelief, as if the walls themselves were echoing the seismic impact of the truth.The judge's decision, a punctuation mark in this symphony of revelations, hung in the air like a heavy fog. The gavel's thud resonated through the room, marking the culmination of this dramatic trial. It was a verdict that bore the weight of justice served.Outside the courtroom, the scene was no less frenzied. Reporters swarmed Gustav like a storm of inquiries. Microphones thrust toward him resembled an intimidating forest of metal and wires. The questions rained down like a torrential downpour, each drop seeking to quench the public's thirst for clarity.Gustav, the epitome of controlled rage, faced the onslaught with an expression twisted by fury. His lips moved, forming words that a maelstrom of anger had
The courtroom buzzed, characters distinct and yet woven into this intricate dance of words. Heissmann's skepticism added spice to the air, Vasky's flair for presentation resembled a magician pulling tricks from his sleeve, and the witnesses – each with their poignant narrative – cast their lines into the drama.In the heart of this exchange, the judge sat, a quiet colossus of discernment. His gaze held the room like an anchor, a reminder of the gravity underlying this display.The elderly man continued, his voice a winding river of reminiscences. "Your Honor," he emphasized, a touch of fervor accenting his words, "this act defied the sanctity of our environment, a travesty unsuited for any stage."Heissmann, never one to relent, lunged once again into the fray. "A poetic protest," he mused, his tone a contemplative stream of doubt, "yet the courtroom seeks sustenance in evidence."Vasky's turn came yet again, a spectacle of strategic timing. He presented records and testimonia
In a dramatic twist, Vanya and Carlin burst into the courtroom, the door swinging open with a flair that caught everyone's attention. The judge's eyebrows shot up in disapproval, his initial impulse being to expel them for their audacious entrance. However, Kevin, his persuasive prowess in full display, swiftly intervened."Your Honor, please, they're with us," Kevin implored, his tone earnest and apologetic. He assured the judge of their importance to the trial, a gamble he was willing to take to bolster their chances of success. The judge let out a weary sigh, muttering under his breath about the less-than-ideal situation he found himself in.“Sigh, I’m too old for this shit...” He reluctantly knocked his mallet for order, signaling that the trial could proceed.As Carlin confidently approached the microphone, she exuded an air of determination. Her opening words painted a vivid picture of Zimmerscheid village, evoking a sense of warmth and charm. Just as the judge was about t
The courtroom was a battleground of legal jousts, with Kevin and Vasky on one side and Gustav on the other. Kevin's demeanor was as intense as a storm gathering its fury, and Vasky, usually a paragon of nerdy composure, seemed to have donned an uncharacteristic layer of steel resolve. It was as if they were both channeling the spirits of unyielding warriors.Before the trial began, Gustav couldn't resist taunting Kevin and Vasky, his arrogant demeanor on full display. "Oh, how touching," he sneered, "the dynamic duo of justice has arrived. Are you two here to entertain me?"Vasky's eyes gleamed with his nerdy charm as he retorted, "Well, you know us, always up for a riveting legal showdown." He adjusted his glasses with a hint of mischief, clearly relishing the intellectual duel ahead.Kevin, the embodiment of righteous determination, spoke with unwavering conviction. "This trial isn't about entertainment, Gustav. It's about justice prevailing over greed."Gustav's sinister la