The following Monday, after a long and stressful first day as director, Oliver felt the weight of the entire company pressing down on him, he hadn’t eaten all day. A quick glance at his watch showed it was already 4 p.m., long past lunchtime.Feeling utterly drained and knowing he couldn’t go on without a moment to breathe, he needed to eat before tackling anything else, he headed to a large mall not far from his workplace to get something.As soon as he entered the mall, the first thing he noticed was people gathering in circles, and it seemed like a commotion was going on there. Too exhausted to care about another person's problems, especially after the day he’d had, he decided to continue with his activity. But then, he heard threatening laughs and mocking jeers, it sounded like someone was being bullied.His curiosity piqued and he decided to check it out for himself. Forcing his way through the gathered crowd, he finally managed to see what was happening. To his surprise, he saw

The word hit Oliver like a wave, surprise washed over his face, his brow arching as he stared at the guy in disbelief.He found the guy’s response almost hilarious, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure you're not insane? Oliver snarled. "I paid for it, so it’s mine now,” he responded, his tone sharp and unwavering.But the guy’s face twisted with fury, his eyes narrowing as he tried to protest. “You can’t just take my phone like that,” he barked, his voice rising in anger. “What then happens to my contacts and messages you bastard?”But Oliver wasn’t about to back down. The guy’s bullying tactics had no effect on him. With a steely glare, he remained firm, refusing to be intimidated. Angrily, he pulled out the SIM card from the phone and tossed it at the guy with a dismissive flick of his wrist. He then turned to the girl, handing her the phone. “It’s yours now,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “No one’s going to bully you over this again. You’re free from

The menacing rumble of the bikes closed in, signaling that the time for talk was over. Oliver’s heart pounded as he braced himself for whatever was coming next, hoping against hope that Simon’s backup would arrive in time.The guy had barely finished his statement when three roaring motorbikes and a battered mini car screeched to a halt in front of them.The bikes, ridden by men wearing dark, intimidating gear, skidded to a dramatic stop, their engines growling aggressively. The mini car, old but rugged, parked with a commanding flair, its tires kicking up dust as it came to a sudden stop. The men got off from their bikes flaunting heavy sticks and iron bars, while the people in the mini car stepped out, with chains. They moved smoothly and with a threatening air, each step showing they meant business.The men gave a ghetto salute, nodding respectfully and addressing the guy with deference. “Boss, what’s the play?”The guy, now basking in his newfound power, pointed directly at Olive

Oliver’s men’s faces showed a mix of satisfaction and happiness as they heard Oliver's command. Their eyes focused, ready to get the job done. The leader of the team with a serious expression gave a firm nod and a slight smile.“Understood, young master,” he replied, his voice carrying a note of approval.Meanwhile, the guys who had bullied Oliver were wide-eyed and panic-stricken as they heard his orders. Their earlier arrogance had now evaporated and been replaced by sheer fear.Without hesitation, one of the men quickly went to their trunk and returned with two Jerry-cans of water. The moment those guys saw what was happening, they watched in horror, their eyes widening as they realized what was coming.Their eyes darted between Oliver and the approaching figures, and they tried to stammer out desperate pleas, their voices trembling. The realization of what was about to happen was written clearly on their faces.Meanwhile, Oliver’s lips curled into a sinister smile as the cans were

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 Oliver was made director by his mother. 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, felt his blood boil and his anger simmer to dangerous leve