As soon as Trisha spotted Oliver, she stormed toward him, Jay and Denver trailing close behind.“I told you to stop following me!” she snapped, her voice loud and hostile. “You pathetic lowlife! How dare you come here and lurk around like some creep?”Oliver blinked by her outburst.“Wait, you know him?” Jay asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.“That’s Trisha’s useless ex-husband,” Denver answered, his teeth clenched with anger. “What’s that nobody doing at a party like this?”“It’s because he’s Rebecca’s boyfriend,” Jay interjected, a smug grin spreading across his face.Trisha paused for a moment when she heard this.She finally noticing the transformation in Oliver’s appearance.He stood there in a sharp, expensive suit, clean-shaven and composed, radiating a powerful presence, made him look like a completely different man.“What? Are you kidding me? There’s no way that bumpkin could snag someone like Rebecca.”Trisha raised an eyebrow, her face twisting in disgust mixed with a s

“I didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Hunt…” Ryan Williams, one of the wealthiest men in the country, said, his voice trembling. “I owe you my life, and after all these years without being able to repay you… suddenly, you appear at my own banquet. I’d heard that three years ago—”“Enough,” Oliver cut him off.The guests exchanged uneasy glances, confused and on edge. Ryan Williams, a man of untouchable power, was kneeling before Oliver. It was a sight none of them had expected.“What the… Why is Mr. Williams kneeling to someone like him?”“Is this guy some big shot we didn’t know about? Could this be why Rebecca was with him?”“If he’s really a VVIP at Umbrella Bank… we might’ve messed up big time judging him…”Their murmurs filled the room, ranging from annoyance to nervousness. They realized that if Oliver was truly connected to Ryan, they might be in for trouble.Oliver, however, ignored the whispers around him, simply raising an eyebrow as he looked closely at Ryan. There was some

With the shadowy figure from earlier gone, Oliver gave a slight nod. “Alright.”“Thank you. Please, follow me,” Ryan said, his tone polite but firm.Oliver followed Ryan into a private meeting room.The space was elegant, with marble floors and walls adorned with expensive paintings.It wasn’t overly flashy, but the simplicity only added to its sophistication.Ryan glanced around the room before speaking. “I know this might seem suspicious, but I mean no harm,” he reassured Oliver, locking eyes with him. “I brought you here because what I’m about to say is confidential.”Oliver’s brow furrowed slightly. “What is it?”Without another word, Ryan picked up a brown envelope from the table and handed it to him. “Here.”Oliver opened the envelope and began sifting through the documents inside.His frown deepened as he realized the papers were related to a weapons manufacturing company.“These are the findings from the investigation you asked me to carry out,” Ryan explained, pointing at the

Jay ended the call. When he turned around, he saw Oliver staring at him.His eyes narrowed, and disgust flashed across his face.“What are you doing here, bastard?” Jay sneered.Oliver raised an eyebrow, unfazed.“I should ask you the same thing. Why are you here, shithead?”Jay’s jaw dropped.“W-What did you just call me?”“You heard me,” Oliver said, his voice low and steady. “A shithead. It suits you.”Jay’s face twisted in anger, his fists clenched.“Take it back! How dare you call me that? You even don't deserve to lick my shoes!”Oliver shook his head, barely blinking at Jay’s attempts to intimidate him.“What kind of man talks about swapping girlfriends like they’re trading cards? You and Denver? You’re both shitheads.”Jay’s fury flared.“I’ll make sure Denver hears about this!”“Go ahead,” Oliver replied with a shrug. “Tell him.”Jay fumbled for his phone, rage boiling over.“Let’s see how brave you are when I call someone to deal with you!”Before Jay could press a button, a

The elevator doors slid open at the top floor, revealing a sleek, modern office space. A man in his thirties, sharply dressed and exuding confidence, greeted them. “Good morning, Sir. Are you Oliver Hunt?”“Yeah, that’s me,” Oliver replied, gesturing to Nate beside him. “This is my friend. We’re here for a job interview as instructed by Ryan Williams.”“Sir Ryan has briefed me. Right this way,” The man said with a welcoming smile.As they followed him into a lavish room that resembled a high-end hotel suite, Nate’s eyes widened in disbelief. The white and gold decor radiated luxury and authority. “Is this really the interview room?” He whispered, glancing around, his excitement barely contained.“This is the meeting room for VVIP. Sir Ryan instructed me to negotiate here,” The man informed, seeing the confusion in Nate’s eyes.Nate’s eyes and mouth widened, astounded at what he heard.“I’m just going for a job interview, yet they brought us to a special room like this?” Nate