Oliver and Logan finally took their relationship far. what do you think?
Logan and Oliver walked into the dining hall, the atmosphere shifting as all family members turned their attention towards them. Logan could feel the weight of their stares, especially from Oliver's two cousins, Cedric and Ambrose. She glanced at them briefly, unfazed by their gaze, and focused on accompanying Oliver.Garcia, seated at the head of the table, beamed as she saw Oliver approaching. "Son, you're here," she said warmly. Oliver walked up to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, Mom. How was your night?" he asked.Oliver's eyes shifted to Logan, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It was nice," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. Magnus and the others watched with disdain, their hostility evident.Garcia turned her attention towards Logan, her brows furrowing with concern. "Logan, the maid said you weren't in your room. Where were you?" She asked, her tone gentle yet inquisitive. All eyes in the dining hall were fixated on Logan, awaiting her respon
Garcia nodded, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, my dear. It's yours."Logan was overwhelmed by the generosity and thoughtfulness of Garcia's gift. She couldn't contain her appreciation as she looked at the dress, a symbol of luxury and style. Ralph Lauren, renowned for their timeless designs and impeccable quality, was a name synonymous with fashion excellence."Thank you, aunt." She said. "Having the opportunity to even dine with you is something like a dream; I'm grateful." She added. Garcia only smiled but said nothing.Oliver took the other bag, and Garcia told him, "Inside, you'll find a suit and a pair of shoes specially chosen for you to wear to the company."Curiosity sparked within Oliver as he eagerly opened the bag, revealing the contents. His eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the exquisitely designed suit and stylish shoes.Oliver remarked, "Wow, this suit is incredible! Where is it from?"Garcia smiled and replied, "It's from Armani, known for their impeccab
Garcia shook her head gently, explaining, "The ownership and shares I mentioned are my private holdings, not widely known by everyone, including the company boards. They usually have knowledge of my shares in smaller enterprises, not the larger ones." She glanced at Oliver and added, "But if you wish to meet them, I can make a call and have them fly over."Relieved, Oliver sighed and declined, "No, Mom. I was just worried about facing renowned CEOs, but if they won't be present, it's okay."Garcia nodded, reassuring her son, "Oliver, you're my chosen successor, and there's still so much for you to learn and grow into."Meanwhile, in a lavishly decorated room, the man who had assigned Vespera the task of assassinating Oliver Storm paced back and forth, consumed by fury. He repeatedly slammed his fist against nearby objects, his anger fueling his destructive outburst."Bullshit!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "It's been days, and I'm not getting any news from Vespera o
At the Taylor mansion, Marcus Larkin stormed into the hall with a furious expression etched on his face. As he entered, he found Robert Taylor and Elder Taylor engaged in a discussion, but their conversation came to an abrupt halt when they laid eyes on Marcus.Robert, wearing a welcoming smile, greeted Marcus, "Marcus, I didn't expect you to be here."Marcus, seething with anger, took a seat and said tersely, "Robert, we need to initiate the plan we discussed earlier."Concern flickered across Robert's face as he responded, "Calm down, Marcus. What happened?"Letting out a heavy sigh, Marcus explained, "After an extensive operation, my son is still unable to walk."Elder Taylor interjected, his voice laced with empathy, "That's truly unfortunate. But what plan are you referring to?"Robert glanced around the room, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. With a lowered voice, he shared his revelation, "Dad, I discovered that Oliver, who came here, has a wife residing in Boston Hills. She i
Oliver's response was measured and self-assured: "Do you have any doubts?"A hushed silence enveloped the room, as if time itself had paused to witness this unexpected turn of events. Oliver's gaze swept across the meticulously arranged meeting room, taking note of its sophisticated decor and ambiance.Oliver strode confidently towards the highest chair, a seat typically reserved for the president, and without uttering a word, he claimed it for himself. The gasps and murmurs that followed revealed the shock and astonishment of everyone present. The audacity of his action was clear—no one, apart from the president herself, was allowed to occupy that esteemed position.One of the board members stood up, his voice filled with disbelief."How can you sit on the president's chair?" Another followed suit, expressing their disapproval of Oliver's act, emphasizing that even as a special guest, he had no right to take that seat.Oliver paid little heed to their objections, his attention was fi
Zen, realizing his mistake, immediately dropped to his knees in a show of reverence and remorse."Forgive me, master," he pleaded, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I wouldn't have dared to say anything if I had known you were the president's son."Oliver's expression softened as he observed Zen's display of contrition. He raised his hand, gesturing for Zen to rise. "It's alright. There's no need to kneel," he reassured him. Zen obediently complied, standing up and meeting Oliver's gaze.Oliver was impressed by Zen's humility and quick acknowledgment of his error. The young man's respectful attitude caught his attention, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of admiration. The room, still enveloped in a lingering shock, awaited Oliver's next move with bated breath. Oliver's piercing gaze landed on the empty chair at the table, and he inquired, "Why is it empty?"Zen, feeling the weight of the moment, responded with a sigh, "One person is absent, Mr. Storm."Oliver's brow fur
The young man, sensing Oliver's cold gaze, felt a flicker of fear, but he mustered the audacity to meet Oliver's eyes directly. He retorted, "Of course! What's wrong with that? My father has shares here. Besides, what evidence do you have to prove you're Garcia's son?"SLAP!"In an instant, Oliver's hand swung through the air, landing a resounding slap across the young man's face. The room fell into stunned silence. But Oliver wasn't done. He raised his hand again and struck him with another forceful slap.The sound of the slaps echoed, intensifying the shock among the onlookers. Even Logan was taken aback by Oliver's actions, her expression reflecting surprise and disbelief. The young man clutched his stinging cheeks, a mixture of pain and anger etched on his face.Before the young man could utter another word, Oliver grabbed his collar, his voice dripping with anger as he confronted him."My mother is older than you and has achieved far more. Mind how you address her. I slapped you
The injured man could only stare at Oliver with a mixture of fear and disbelief. He was rendered speechless, unable to utter a single word to explain the inexplicable pain he had just experienced.Undeterred by the chaos around him, the second man rushed at Oliver, delivering a swift blow aimed at his shoulders. However, with remarkable agility, Oliver swiftly swayed his shoulders, evading the attack with ease.BANG!"In a swift counter-move, Oliver retaliated by raising his hand and landing a forceful blow on the man's face. The impact was resounding, echoing through the room. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious, blood trickling from his broken nose.WOW!"The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the soft gasps and murmurs of disbelief from the onlookers, as they struggled to comprehend the extraordinary display of strength and skill exhibited by Oliver.Magnus and Lucius, who had been watching the events unfold with anticipation, were now visibly shocked. Their eye