As Oliver left the training ground, he drove his Bugatti through the city streets, relishing his newfound wealth and lifestyle. The memory of the player’s failed attempts to disgrace and humiliate him brought a satisfied smile to his face. He had turned the tides and emerged victorious.Suddenly, his phone chimed with a notification, slicing through his reverie. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Mr. Damon, the billionaire owner of the restaurant he had recently acquired. The message was a courteous reminder about the dinner and birthday celebration scheduled for the following day."Dear Mr Howard,This message is a gentle reminder of the upcoming dinner and birthday celebration tomorrow. It would be a pleasure to have you grace the occasion with your presence.Warm regards,Mr. Damon."He smiled sheepishly, not believing how dramatically his life had changed. A pauper now receiving messages from billionaires—it was surreal. Realizing the importance of the upcoming event,

Oliver remained unflinching, his expression showing no sign of distress. The salesgirl expected him to react with shock or anger, but instead, he continued to exude calm confidence. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “How would you like to pay?”Unfazed by the staggering amount, he replied, “I’ll pay with my card. If you’ll just process it, please.”Confidently, Oliver reached into his pocket and pulled out the golden card his mother had given him. He placed it on the counter with an air of assurance.The salesgirl’s eyes widened as she saw the elite card. Kevin, unable to resist a chance to taunt, sneered, “Did you steal that from the Luxor Hotel too?” He continued with mean-spirited comments, “Maybe it’s not even real. What makes you think you belong in a place like this?”Oliver met Kevin’s taunts with a calm and steady gaze. “If you had a brain, you’d realize that your attempts to belittle me are as futile as they are pathetic. I’m here to shop, not to entertain idiots. So why don’

"Sophia's eyes narrowed as she stared at Oliver, her voice dripping with anger and venom. 'Oliver?' she called out, her tone a mix of surprise and disdain.I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd see a pathetic loser like you here.' Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his oversized suit and trousers, a look of pure contempt on her face.''And look at you,'' she sneered, ''dressed in clothes that don’t even fit. Did you borrow those too? Or did you pick them up from a charity shop on your way here? You look ridiculous, Oliver. Absolutely ridiculous.'As Sophia's words cut through the air, Harry’s anger reached a boiling point. Seeing Oliver step out of such an outrageously expensive car was like salt in a wound. The sight of him behind the wheel of a Audi RS Q8, a car that even some of the wealthiest people could only dream of owning, made Harry’s blood boil. He hated seeing anything good associated with Oliver, and this was the worst possible scenario. It was as if the univers

The room fell into a stunned silence, eyes wide with shock. Mr smith's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. His previously proud and elegant composure faltered, and he clenched his jaw as he shot a scathing look at Oliver. He was visibly demoralized as he slowly made his way back to his seat, trying to maintain his composure while his mind raced with frustration and humiliation. Harry, thinking the attendant was indicating him, began to rise with a smirk, only for the attendant to shake his head and add, "Not you, sir." He then directed his gaze to Oliver. The realization hit Harry like a cold slap, and he froze, his face flushing with embarrassment.Oliver, maintaining his 100% composure, confidently rose from his seat and made his way toward the attendant.As he did, Mr. Smith, humiliated and seething, had no choice but to return to his seat, the previous air of importance now shattered. The whispers and murmurs among the other guests grew louder.When Mr. Smith had first

The party’s lively mood took a sharp turn when Harry blew up, causing a stir throughout the room. “Did you see his face? He’s livid!” one guest whispered, eyes wide with shock.“Unbelievable. I’ve never seen him lose it like that,” another murmured, barely able to contain their surprise.As Harry stormed toward the exit, Sophia quickly stood, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She hurried after him, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The guests watched as she chased after him, whispering amongst themselves.“Even Sophia is rattled. This is serious,” a woman commented, leaning closer to her companion.“Trouble in paradise, perhaps? This doesn’t look good for them,” another guest remarked, smirking slightly.As the door slammed shut behind Harry and Sophia, the room plunged into a stunned silence, the echo of their exit hung in the air like a specter. The once vibrant atmosphere, buzzing with excitement and intrigue, had shifted sharply. The mo