"Young Master Lars?" Luis couldn't believe it.
Lars Warner, or commonly called Lars, smiled sideways. "So you know who I am."
"Y-Young Master!" Luis truly felt helpless this time.
"Sssstt!" Lars covered Luis's mouth with his index finger. "Don't be noisy!"
"Immediately prepare everything I asked for earlier, or I'll break your legs!" Lars casually sat on the table. "Quickly!"
"O-Okay!" Luis had no other choice and surrendered in front of this unusual robber. "I'll get it!"
"Bored!" Lars grumbled while sitting casually.
Luis got up from the floor and rushed away. He, of course, intended to disappear from sight as soon as possible.
Lars, who was reportedly missing, had now come to him. This problem must be reported immediately to the Madam!
Luis ordered several cafe employees to immediately bring all the income money requested by Lars. Never mind. After all, it'll end up with Madam anyway, he thought.
Lars said to his friends, "You wait and stand guard outside. Remember, don't let anyone break in and disturb my plan."
"Then what about these people, boss?" Nayaka asked, pointing at the cafe employees who had been detained.
Lars pointed to a room. "Put them all in the room and lock it from the outside."
"Ready, boss!"
With alacrity, the six members of Lars's gang immediately rounded up all the cafe employees and locked them in one room.
Shortly thereafter, stacks of paper money had been lined up neatly in front of Lars, who now dominated the situation. If calculated, the amount reached hundreds of millions.
His eyes scanned the rupiah notes arranged in neat bundles.
"Look at this!" Lars touched a pile of banknotes and squeezed it with furious emotion. "This is the result of my family's business. Built with sweat, blood, and the efforts of my mother and father. But unfortunately, that useless man was tempted by the beauty of that woman who now holds the title of the main lady!"
"No!" Luis staggered to his feet. "This place and the entire Libonvel family business now belongs to Mrs. Diana! And you, Young Master, oh no!"
"And you!" Luis pointed at Lars's face. "You're now like a stray dog driven out by your own family! You're a robber!"
Lars swiftly grabbed a stack of banknotes and slammed it on the table with a red face. "I'm taking what's rightfully mine. Robbing my own property isn't a crime!"
"You traitor! You're tarnishing your family's good name!" Luis said, even though he was actually scared.
"Good name?" Lars grabbed Luis's collar, glaring at him sharply. "That name has been stained ever since my father slept with a cheap woman and threw our mother away like garbage. Do they think I'll stay silent and do nothing?"
"What do you want?" Luis was so scared he felt like he was about to wet his pants.
PLAQUE!
Lars struck Luis until he fainted and pushed his body roughly to the floor.
"Annoying!" Lars clapped his hands to wipe off the stain of a man named Luis, who was known to be connected to his stepmother.
"Guys!" Lars shouted. "Clean everything up and we're getting out of this place!"
"Ready, boss!"
Lars's gang members scattered to carry out their tasks. Some collected the money, some destroyed CCTV cameras, and others handled various things.
From the corner of the room, a thin young man wearing glasses and a small headset raised his hand to signal.
He was Ken, the tech expert in Lars's group. He had infiltrated the security room and accessed the video recording system.
"Boss, all clear," he said quietly through a small microphone clipped to his collar.
Lars nodded, then looked around at the cafe, now in ruins. "Let's go!"
They exited through the front door, laughing, leaving the Hero Cafe in a state of destruction. The employees who had been hiding in the toilet and kitchen began to emerge, their faces pale.
When Luis woke up, he could only sit amidst the chaos, panting. He immediately grabbed his cellphone and called the only person who could handle everything.
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Meanwhile, in another place.
On the top floor of a grand Eastern European-style house owned by the Libonvel family, Ovie Hasanah wore a maroon satin nightgown, sitting in a plush chair while polishing her nails. The phone rang. She picked it up lazily.
"What is it, Luis?" asked the 43-year-old woman who still looked beautiful and seductive.
"Madam... Hero Cafe Branch Three Lima was attacked!"
"What?" The woman called Madam was so shocked that she stood up from her seat unconsciously.