The guy and his men, once brimming with arrogance, could only stare in stunned silence, their confidence evaporating like mist in the morning sun.The harsh reality of their situation hit them like a sledgehammer, leaving them breathless and wide-eyed. Never in their darkest nightmares could they have foreseen such a sudden and catastrophic turn of events.The guy’s demeanor changed in an instant. The menacing confidence melted away, replaced by a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. He forced a smile, the kind of smile that someone wears when they realize they’ve bitten off more than they can chew. “My friend,” he stammered, his voice shaking, “can’t one joke with you anymore? Because of a little joke, you’ve decided to call the entire military?”Oliver’s laughter grew colder, more menacing. “Did you just say ‘joke’? With all those threats of taking my entire money, my car... those slaps?” He touched his cheek where the sting of their blows still lingered. “You call those jok

Oliver’s order made the thugs' expressions shifted from shock to sheer panic. Their eyes widened in disbelief, beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads as the reality of the situation hit them. Things had gone from bad to worse for them, they were still writhing in pain from the brutal beating. “Wait, please! Don’t do that!” one of them pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation.“This isn’t fair, man!” another one shouted, his tone a mix of fear and anger. “We didn’t mean it! It was just a misunderstanding!”They looked at each other, trying to come up with something—anything—that could save them. “We were just following orders!” one of them stammered, trying to shift the blame.But it was clear their words were falling on deaf ears as they watched in horror, their hearts sinking, knowing there was no way out of this.Meanwhile, the word had barely left Oliver's mouth and before the thugs could fully process what was happening, Oliver's men moved with ruthless precision.

The classroom buzzed with anticipation, and Oliver knew exactly what was happening—this was a deliberate attempt to make him fail. But he couldn’t back down, not with his academic future on the line."Do you agree to these terms?" Professor Hamilton asked with a smug smile on his face.Oliver swallowed hard, knowing he had no real choice. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice steady despite the pressure. He had to face whatever came next, no matter how unfair it was.Meanwhile, as Professor Hamilton announced that he would allow Oliver to retake the test, the class buzzed with whispers and smirks. The rules were outrageous, and everyone knew it.A 60-mark test in just 20 minutes, with no chance of appeal, and marked by one of the students—this was a setup, and the entire class was thrilled about it."Finally, he's going to get what he deserves," Harry muttered under his breath, loud enough for those nearby to hear.Professor Hamilton smirked at Harry's comment, his intentions no longer con

The air in the room grew thick with tension, every breath held in anticipation as eyes darted from one face to another. Who could have possibly outbid the mighty Harry? The classroom, once a sea of murmurs, had fallen into a heavy silence. The tension was almost suffocating, with each student on edge, their hearts pounding in their chests as they awaited the professor’s next words.Professor Hamilton, visibly shaken and almost reluctant to speak, glanced down at the paper in his trembling hand. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as the words seemed to stick. The silence stretched on, unbearable, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl.Finally, with a voice that barely held together, he forced out the name that would shatter the room’s expectations. "The number one donor is... Oliver Howard, who donated $50,000!"His voice cracked, the words almost strangled as they left his lips. The shock was evident, rippling through the room like an electric current. Gasps echoed off the walls,

Oliver and Anita had barely settled into their VIP space when Mr. Smith walked through the door. The moment Oliver saw him, a sinking feeling took hold in his gut. This was not going to be pleasant. To make matters worse, Mr. Smith wasn't alone—he had a lady with him, and Oliver could already foresee the drama that was about to unfold.Mr. Smith had always harbored a deep-seated hatred for Oliver, a grudge that had only intensified after their last confrontation at the office, where Oliver had fired him and relieved him of his duties. That moment had been the pinnacle of their enmity, and Mr. Smith had made it clear that he would seek revenge. Seeing him here now, at the Luxor, would only mean that the retribution Mr. Smith had planned was about to begin.Anita, sensing Oliver's unease, leaned in closer and whispered, "What's wrong?"Without taking his eyes off Mr. Smith, Oliver replied in a low, tense voice, "It’s about to get messy."Mr. Smith, spotting Oliver in the VIP section,