Hearing Oliver’s words, Denver’s brows furrowed in shock and anger.He took Oliver’s phone and saw the call connected to Jay.“Jay?” Denver spoke upon putting the phone on his ear. “Why did you exchange numbers with this shit?”“I didn’t. He was the one who called me,” Jay answered coldly. “But that wasn’t important now. How could you compete with me?”Denver chuckled sarcastically. “Compete? You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not even in your league in the first place.”“Hah…” Jay scoffed and clenched his fists. “Did you only befriend me because you have gained benefit from me?”“Jay,” Denver called his name in a dangerously low tone. “You’re making me the villain here. Shouldn’t you be glad that I talked to you in the first place?”Jay didn’t answer on the other line.It made Denver smirk as he continued, “Your family may be rich, but you’re a bastard. If not for me, who would talk to or even date you?”“I may be a bastard, but I treated you as a friend, Denver…” Jay told him, the pain

Trisha’s brows furrowed. “How?”“Simple. Just answer all the questions I have regarding your ex-husband.” He smirked. “Once you answer it right, I might spare you. But if not…”The man left his threat in the air.It made Trisha gulp, her gaze moving between the man and the goons surrounding her.“First question,” he said, his body leaning toward Trisha. “How long has that ex-husband of yours had that necklace?”“I-I don’t know!” Trisha answered honestly, the fear evident in her eyes. “That necklace belonged to my father, and… and…”“And what?” the man asked, his gaze darkening. “Cole Henverton is one of Oliver’s allies?”“No!” Trisha denied it immediately. “M-My father only saved Oliver when she found him in the river before. W-We don’t have any relation to him!”The man smirked upon hearing Trisha’s explanation.“So someone saved him, huh… That’s why he survived,” he said in a dangerously low tone. “Then, did Oliver tell you something after Cole saved him?”“L-Like what?”“A mission…

There were two messages sent to Oliver.First is the location where Trisha was staying.The second is a photo of three men looking at Trisha, who is still asleep.“See the lust in their eyes?” the man asked with a smirk. “They’ve wanted to touch Trisha since earlier, but I’m stopping them.”“You bastard…” Oliver muttered, the anger evident in his tone. “Touch her and you’re dead.”Hearing those words made the man chuckle.“Damn, man. You still have feelings for her. You can’t deny that now,” the man said, feeling confident in his statement.Oliver clenched his fists.He knew it wasn’t true, but Trisha’s her ex-wife, after all.“You won’t understand the feeling of being concerned because you’re an asshole in the first place,” Oliver said in a straightforward manner.The man chuckled again, sensing that Oliver was being heated up in their conversation.“Whatever names you will call me won’t matter,” the man said, his tone dark. He added, “Once you shit with me again, not only I’ll scat

Oliver’s expression didn’t falter. Instead, his smirk deepened. “Using someone else to get at me? That only proves how pathetic you are.”He chuckled darkly, and Zayne’s grip on him tightened.“High rank in the military?” Oliver leaned in slightly, his voice dripping with disdain. “Doesn’t mean a damn thing if you don’t have the guts to back it up... You coward.”Zayne’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as the veins in his neck pulsed with fury. Without another word, he delivered a brutal punch to Oliver’s jaw, the impact sharp and resounding in the dimly lit room.“You think you’re tough, huh?” Zayne spat, his voice seething with anger.He shook out his knuckles. “That you can just waltz back into this world like nothing happened?”Oliver’s head snapped back with the force of the blow, but his smirk never wavered. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes, cold and defiant, locked onto Zayne’s.“Keep talking,” Oliver taunted, his voice low and steady despite the m

“Jack!” Ray called, trying to snap Jack back to his senses. “Don’t do something the commander didn’t instruct us to do!”But Jack pretended not to hear anything.He still paved the way toward the minefield, carrying something on his shoulder.“I’ll borrow your bazooka for a while, Nick,” Jack said, positioning himself with the bazooka on his side. “You can buy another one after this, can’t you?”“Jack Ferguson! You shit!” Nick cursed on the other line, seeing how serious Jack was about what he was going to do.He added, “Don’t you love your life anymore? What about your younger brother? Are you going to leave him just like this?”“The mission comes first before anything else. That’s what Oliver always tells us,” Jack replied, then paused. “Right, commander?”Oliver was just silent until now.He was analyzing every pros and cons on the battlefield.“Shot them with the bazooka,” Oliver commanded in a serious tone. “It will distract them, and the time would be enough for us to escape.”“I