Garcia shook her head gently, explaining, "The ownership and shares I mentioned are my private holdings, not widely known by everyone, including the company boards. They usually have knowledge of my shares in smaller enterprises, not the larger ones." She glanced at Oliver and added, "But if you wish to meet them, I can make a call and have them fly over."Relieved, Oliver sighed and declined, "No, Mom. I was just worried about facing renowned CEOs, but if they won't be present, it's okay."Garcia nodded, reassuring her son, "Oliver, you're my chosen successor, and there's still so much for you to learn and grow into."Meanwhile, in a lavishly decorated room, the man who had assigned Vespera the task of assassinating Oliver Storm paced back and forth, consumed by fury. He repeatedly slammed his fist against nearby objects, his anger fueling his destructive outburst."Bullshit!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "It's been days, and I'm not getting any news from Vespera o

Oliver's response was measured and self-assured: "Do you have any doubts?"A hushed silence enveloped the room, as if time itself had paused to witness this unexpected turn of events. Oliver's gaze swept across the meticulously arranged meeting room, taking note of its sophisticated decor and ambiance.Oliver strode confidently towards the highest chair, a seat typically reserved for the president, and without uttering a word, he claimed it for himself. The gasps and murmurs that followed revealed the shock and astonishment of everyone present. The audacity of his action was clear—no one, apart from the president herself, was allowed to occupy that esteemed position.One of the board members stood up, his voice filled with disbelief."How can you sit on the president's chair?" Another followed suit, expressing their disapproval of Oliver's act, emphasizing that even as a special guest, he had no right to take that seat.Oliver paid little heed to their objections, his attention was fi

The young man, sensing Oliver's cold gaze, felt a flicker of fear, but he mustered the audacity to meet Oliver's eyes directly. He retorted, "Of course! What's wrong with that? My father has shares here. Besides, what evidence do you have to prove you're Garcia's son?"SLAP!"In an instant, Oliver's hand swung through the air, landing a resounding slap across the young man's face. The room fell into stunned silence. But Oliver wasn't done. He raised his hand again and struck him with another forceful slap.The sound of the slaps echoed, intensifying the shock among the onlookers. Even Logan was taken aback by Oliver's actions, her expression reflecting surprise and disbelief. The young man clutched his stinging cheeks, a mixture of pain and anger etched on his face.Before the young man could utter another word, Oliver grabbed his collar, his voice dripping with anger as he confronted him."My mother is older than you and has achieved far more. Mind how you address her. I slapped you

Magnus's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook his head, denying any involvement. "What do you mean, Oliver?"In a chilling tone, Oliver repeated his question, his eyes fixed on Magnus. "I said, do you have a hand in it?"With a nervous tremor, Magnus replied, "No."Oliver smiled before saying, "then please sit."Magnus sat down, trying to suppress his anger. With a smile still lingering on his face, Oliver turned his attention back to the young man, his voice laced with a hint of impatience. "What is your name?" he inquired."Ra... Raym..."SLAP! Oliver swiftly raised his hand, delivering another resounding slap across the young man's face."Why are you stammering when I'm simply asking for your name?" Oliver's voice carried a touch of reproach.Gulping audibly, the young man swallowed hard, visibly intimidated by Oliver's presence."I'm Raymond Wallace," he finally managed to reply, his voice quivering slightly.Oliver's lips curled into a smile as he repeated the young man's

"What?" They were all shocked as they wondered what was going to happen because they didn't know why Oliver wanted to meet those people. "I'll do that for you right now." Mr. Zen replied and then quickly walked out.Logan looked at Oliver curiously, her brows furrowed with intrigue. She leaned closer and whispered,"What are you up to, Oliver? Why did you ask Mr. Zen to bring those people?"Oliver's smile widened, his eyes gleaming mischievously. He gazed intently at Logan's lips and replied, "They're beautiful, Logan, and I can't help but wonder how they taste."Logan blushed, taken aback by Oliver's boldness. She whispered back, "Are you always so naughty, even in front of the board members? Don't embarrass yourself, Oliver."Oliver chuckled softly, his voice low. "You know me, Logan. I'm always up to something big. Just watch and see."Curious, Logan inquired, "Did you study accounting in school?"Oliver shook his head, a playful smirk on his face. "No, I studied business manageme