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
Magnus's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook his head, denying any involvement. "What do you mean, Oliver?"In a chilling tone, Oliver repeated his question, his eyes fixed on Magnus. "I said, do you have a hand in it?"With a nervous tremor, Magnus replied, "No."Oliver smiled before saying, "then please sit."Magnus sat down, trying to suppress his anger. With a smile still lingering on his face, Oliver turned his attention back to the young man, his voice laced with a hint of impatience. "What is your name?" he inquired."Ra... Raym..."SLAP! Oliver swiftly raised his hand, delivering another resounding slap across the young man's face."Why are you stammering when I'm simply asking for your name?" Oliver's voice carried a touch of reproach.Gulping audibly, the young man swallowed hard, visibly intimidated by Oliver's presence."I'm Raymond Wallace," he finally managed to reply, his voice quivering slightly.Oliver's lips curled into a smile as he repeated the young man's
Magnus's eyes swiftly scrolled down to look at the phone screen. Seeing his name there, he gulped.Oliver smiled and approached Magnus, showing him the phone screen. "You said you didn't do anything, right? So, tell me, whose name is this, Uncle?" Oliver asked in a cold voice.Magnus, caught off guard, stammered and struggled to find his words. He was visibly shaken by the evidence presented before him.Lucius, rising from his seat, tried to defend Magnus. "Oliver, are you doubting your own uncle over an outsider?" he questioned.Oliver chuckled, a bitter tone underlying his laughter. He looked around at the others in the room and said, "My own uncle? Have any of you ever seen me as your nephew?" He pointed directly at Magnus, challenging him to respond.Magnus remained silent, unable to offer a convincing denial. His eyes remained fixed on the incriminating screen before him.Oliver redirected his attention to Raymond and extended an offer. "Tell me the truth, everything, and I might
"What?" They were all shocked as they wondered what was going to happen because they didn't know why Oliver wanted to meet those people. "I'll do that for you right now." Mr. Zen replied and then quickly walked out.Logan looked at Oliver curiously, her brows furrowed with intrigue. She leaned closer and whispered,"What are you up to, Oliver? Why did you ask Mr. Zen to bring those people?"Oliver's smile widened, his eyes gleaming mischievously. He gazed intently at Logan's lips and replied, "They're beautiful, Logan, and I can't help but wonder how they taste."Logan blushed, taken aback by Oliver's boldness. She whispered back, "Are you always so naughty, even in front of the board members? Don't embarrass yourself, Oliver."Oliver chuckled softly, his voice low. "You know me, Logan. I'm always up to something big. Just watch and see."Curious, Logan inquired, "Did you study accounting in school?"Oliver shook his head, a playful smirk on his face. "No, I studied business manageme
Mr. Wallace remained silent, refusing to provide a direct answer to Oliver's question. Sensing the tension in the room, Oliver turned his attention to Zen, seeking clarity on the shareholding among the board members."Mr. Zen, do you also hold a share?" Oliver inquired, his voice composed yet probing.Zen nodded, acknowledging the inquiry. He proceeded to explain that some time ago, the board members had approached President Garcia with a request to grant them each a 1 percent share in the company. President Garcia had agreed, and the necessary arrangements were made.Taking in Zen's response, Oliver's expression shifted into one of understanding. "So, the shares each of you possess amount to 1 percent," he confirmed, seeking confirmation.Zen maintained his composure and affirmed, "Yes, that's correct."Oliver's gaze shifted back to Mr. Wallace, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Ah, I see," he chuckled softly. "Even with that 1 percent, you now boast and take pride in it?"Mr.