Oliver's piercing gaze settled on Wallace, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and disdain. The revelation of Wallace's involvement in the embezzlement had ignited a blazing anger within Oliver's core. He leaned forward, his voice dripping with contempt, "For you, Mr. Wallace," Oliver spat out the words, "you had the audacity to steal from this company, and still talk about how your $20million share is now $1billion?. You will pay dearly for your actions." Oliver's laughter rang through the room, laced with a touch of bitter irony.Wallace's face reddened, his eyes widening in a feeble attempt to deny the allegations again. His voice trembled with a mix of anger and fear as he protested, "I didn't steal anything! These accusations are baseless!"Oliver's anger surged to the surface, and without a moment's hesitation, he leapt from his chair, his hand lashing out in a series of resounding slaps against Wallace's face. The force of the blows left Wallace stunned, his cheeks stinging wi
As Oliver and Logan stepped out of the office room, the tension began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief. Logan's laughter echoed in the corridor, catching Oliver's attention. He turned to her, curiosity etching his face."Why are you laughing?" Oliver inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion.Logan struggled to compose herself, her laughter subsiding enough for her to speak. "I never knew you could be this serious," she managed to say between giggles.Oliver sighed, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Well, stealing money from your sister's company is no laughing matter," he retorted.Logan nodded, her laughter fading as she acknowledged his point. "I understand, Oliver. But I must say, I'm proud of how you handled the meeting. Auntie would be happy too."A faint smile played on Oliver's lips. The affirmation from Logan brought a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos."Thank you, Logan," Oliver replied, gratitude evident in his voice.However, Logan's words took an unex
Meanwhile, Oliver and Logan arrived at the expansive restaurant, where they were greeted by a friendly waitress who led them to their table. The surroundings impressed Logan, who looked around in amazement and commented, "Wow, this place is huge!"The waitress handed them the menus and said, "Please take your time to decide. If you have any questions or need recommendations, feel free to ask."Oliver turned to Logan and said, "Why don't you go ahead and choose? Order whatever you feel like eating."Logan nodded and began perusing the menu, her eyes scanning through the various options. As she explored the choices, the waitress approached them again and mentioned a couple's meal promotion that was available for the day.Curious about the promotion, Logan turned to the page dedicated to the couple's meal and selected a particular item. With a smile, she told the waitress, "We'll have the couple's meal, please."The waitress's face fell slightly as she hesitated for a moment. "I'm sorry,
Logan, feeling the need to freshen up, leaned over to Oliver and said, "Oliver, I'll go and use the washroom. I'll be right back."Oliver replied with a nod, reassuring her, "Sure, take your time. I'll be here."As Logan made her way towards the restroom, the group of men who had been observing their every move exchanged smug glances. One of them whispered,"Look, his girlfriend seems to be heading to the washroom. If we follow her there, we might get our hands on something valuable."The others nodded in agreement, their greedy eyes fixed on the opportunity that presented itself. "Once we have what we need, we make a swift escape," one of them added.However, a concern arose among the group. "But won't it be suspicious if all of us go to the washroom at the same time?" questioned one of the men, furrowing his brow.A cunning smile formed on the face of another as he devised a plan. "No worries, you three can go one by one. I'll remain here, keeping a close eye on the situation. If an
Logan felt the pain as blood started gushing out of her mouth and also from her wound. She wanted to scream, but then she felt two weeks. "Ple..ple… a..please don't kill me.""Puff!" The man stabbed again. Hey, I'm stabbing you to death; don't think I'm sparing you because of your $500,000." He said and continued stabbing her.Logan felt her life drain faster. As she felt her life draining, an overwhelming sense of despair consumed her. Waves of excruciating pain coursed through her body, and her breaths became shallow and labored. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat of agony, as she fought to hold on to her fleeting existence.In those precious, dwindling moments, her mind fixed on one person—Oliver. Images of their shared laughter, their dreams, and the moments they had spent together flashed before her fading consciousness. She longed to be in his arms, to feel his warmth, and hear his soothing voice one last time. With every ounce of strength she could muster,
After some time, the ambulance arrived at a large hospital. Medical staff rushed Logan on the bed to the emergency room, and Oliver, filled with worry, followed closely behind.As they reached the entrance of the emergency room, Oliver attempted to enter, but the medical staff stopped him, instructing him to wait outside. Anxious and restless, Oliver took out his phone and sent a message, desperately seeking support.He paced back and forth in the waiting area, his mind consumed with prayers for Logan's recovery. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon him. Oliver took his phone out and sent a message. Then, after a full ten minutes, three Porsche cars pulled up near the hospital entrance. A woman stepped out, accompanied by a group of bodyguards. It was Garcia Storm, Oliver's mother—the very person he had messaged for help.A gasp escaped from the crowd as Garcia Storm made her grand entrance into the hospital. Being a renowned f
What?"Oliver's body trembled as shock coursed through him, causing him to abandon his composed demeanor and leave the doctor's side. Disbelief etched across his face, he desperately pleaded, "No, this can't be true! Tell me you're joking. Where is Logan? Tell me!"Tears streamed down Oliver's face as he raised his voice, his emotions overpowering him. The doctor let out a heavy sigh and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, young master, but that's the harsh reality."Garcia, although silent, couldn't conceal the pain in her eyes. She had cherished Logan deeply, considering her as a daughter-in-law, but now she was gone. The weight of loss hung heavily in the air.Oliver wiped away his tears, his resolve strengthening. With a determined look, he swiftly turned and rushed towards the entrance of the emergency room, Garcia following close behindAs Oliver stepped inside the room, his heart sank at the sight of Logan's lifeless body lying on the bed, draped in a white cloth. Every step felt heavy
Gasp!"Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief as he abruptly broke away from the kiss, a mix of shock and hope coursing through his veins. Garcia and the doctor stood there, their expressions frozen in astonishment, unable to find the words to articulate their thoughts.Oliver's gaze shifted back to Logan, his heart pounding with a glimmer of anticipation. In an impulsive act, he leaned in once again, pressing his lips against hers. As their connection deepened, a flicker of realization ignited within Oliver. A sudden smile spread across his face as he let out a triumphant cry."Yes, Logan, yes! Yes!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of joy and determination. His mind raced, reminding him of the power he possessed—the supreme scriptures capable of defying the laws of nature. In the depths of his sorrow, he had momentarily forgotten this extraordinary gift that lay within his grasp. Though Logan's life had seemingly slipped away, her last breaths still lingered, offering a gli