"Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I?" Oliver replied with a confident smile. “You’ve got the experience, and you have the education. You were only working at the wet market to support Chris.”“That’s true…” Nate muttered, eyes downcast.“This job isn’t anything new to you, and Kevin saw your potential. Maybe it’s time you see it in yourself too,” Oliver encouraged.Nate’s voice held a mix of excitement and disbelief. “It’s still hard to believe… With this salary, I won’t have to go back to the wet market. I can pay for Chris’ chemo, maybe even find a specialist.”Oliver patted Nate’s shoulder, smiling. “You can finally give Chris everything he needs. No more scraping by—get what you want.”“I will.” Nate’s eyes turned misty with gratitude. “Thank you, my friend. Once I’ve proven myself here, I’ll return the favor and recommend you…”Nate paused, realizing. “Wait, you’re the one who got me this job. Why haven’t you done the same for yourself?”Oliver chuckled. “Because I already have some

Unfazed by the intimidation, Oliver lifted his chin slightly, meeting each of their eyes before settling his gaze on Timothy. “Rebecca’s not some prize you get to decide on,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “She can make her own choices. If she didn’t want to be around me, she’d say it herself.” Of course, Rebecca wasn’t really his girlfriend, but something didn’t sit right about this setup. She’d always been there to help him, and he’d be damned if he let them pull her into their twisted games. Timothy’s grip on the bat tightened, his face darkening. “This isn’t up for debate, you freak. A worthless piece of crap like you doesn’t deserve to be with her.” From the corner, Trisha crossed her arms with a smirk. “Right! You don’t deserve to be with anyone!” She gave him a look of pure contempt. “All you do is weigh people down. You really think you matter here?” Denver chuckled darkly. “Let him keep thinking he’s got a shot. Sooner or later, he’ll realize he bit off more

Everyone was stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Timothy, who had been threatening to beat Oliver senseless just moments ago, was now kneeling before him!“What the hell is going on?” Trisha asked, staring at Timothy in disbelief. “Why’s he kneeling instead of pounding him?”“I have no damn clue… but this is humiliating!” Jay spat, his jaw clenched. “What’s going on inside that idiot’s head?”“Unbelievable… He even slapped both of you,” Sabrina muttered, glancing at the red marks on Jay’s and Denver’s faces.Denver stayed silent, fists clenched and teeth gritted. The public humiliation burned into him—something he couldn’t easily let go.Sabrina’s gaze shifted back to Timothy, her brow furrowed. “What the hell? Didn’t he recognize you two? Sure, he works in the underworld, but you’re both richer than him!”Jay didn’t respond. It was true, but here, it wasn’t about wealth—it was about influence and power. And in that regard, Timothy outranked them.“Sir Oliver… I’ll apologize

“And why would you do that?” Rebecca asked, suspicious.Jay sighed, giving her a sad smile. “I owe you an apology, too. For how I used to act. I chased you around for so long, not accepting that you didn’t feel the same.”He leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers. “So now, I’d like to make it up to you instead.”His voice was calm, but something dark lingered beneath his words. But Rebecca failed to recognize it.“Fine,” she said, a small smile returning. “But just a light one.”Jay grinned and ordered a light drink from the bartender, who quickly prepared it and passed the glass to him.“Hey, I think you got a text,” Jay said, nodding toward her phone. “The screen lit up.”Rebecca picked it up, frowning. “No notification here. Maybe you’re just seeing things.”Jay shrugged. “Maybe I am. Anyway, here’s your drink.” He slid the glass toward her and raised his own. “Cheers?” Jay asked, smiling.Rebecca clinked her glass with his. “Cheers.”They both took a sip, and Rebecca finished he

The man grunted in annoyance. “Fucking bastard!”He stood up and attacked Oliver again. To his surprise, Oliver didn’t dodge and started fighting back.Oliver’s moves were few yet precise. In just four moves, the man stumbled to the floor, crouching in pain.“Shit!” the man groaned, holding his stomach.Phantom Order members were trained for resistance and endurance. They were wired not to feel too much pain, unlike the others.But for some reason, he felt excruciating pain with Oliver’s strong punches.He even coughed blood—something that didn’t happen to him before.“You are hurt by that?” Oliver asked mockingly. “But I held back. What could have happened if I didn’t?”Oliver’s tone was cold, causing the shivers to go to the man’s spine. ‘He isn’t an ordinary man. If this continues, I would lose. I need to change my plan.’And the man did. His plan to toy with Oliver was now gone. He was determined to defeat Oliver, no matter what method he would need to take.“You’re dead meat, bast