Incredible Oliver Storm

Chapter 273

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