Incredible Oliver Storm

Chapter 9

"This is just a normal bank card; its average limit is only $300,000."

"Just swipe it!" He replied shortly.

What they didn’t know was that, even though the limit for a daily transaction was $100,000, he was the bank’s VIP, so his card was unblocked, making his spending limit unlimited.

"Why do I feel that he’s so mysterious?" Logan thought as she handed the card to the saleslady asking her to swipe it.

Even though the saleslady was furious at Oliver at that moment, she dared not show it in front of Logan. She took the card and swiped it. After that, Oliver entered his password.

Logan didn’t bother to check the machine because she was sure the card was going to be rejected.

"Ping! Ping!"

The machine beeped twice, indicating that there had been a successful transaction.

Logan, like the saleslady and salesman, was taken aback.

Even though she never looked down on Oliver, she didn’t believe that the ordinary card in Oliver’s hand had 15 million dollars in it.

The saleslady who couldn’t believe what had happened, kept on refreshing the machine, but the payment transaction was still there, indicating that it was a real transaction.

Her body shivered from shock, thinking of her previous attitude towards him. Even the sales guy felt ashamed.

"Congratulations, sir, you’re now the owner of Twyla Villa’s first-class villa," the saleslady said with her head down.

The sales guy also brought some papers, which Oliver signed successfully. "I never imagined I'd be able to own a villa," he muttered with a smile.

Logan, who was quiet, was full of admiration for Oliver, not because he was able to buy her villa but because he kept a low profile despite being rich.

Even though Logan didn’t know how rich Oliver was, she was aware that the fact that he was able to pay 15 million without blinking indicated he was worth more than that. Maybe 100million.

"Am Logan Cohen, owner of Twyla Villa Center."

"Hello, Ms. Logan, I am Oliver Storm!" He said this as he shook her hand, feeling the softness of her white palm.

"If Mr. Storm does not have any problems, then I’ll drive you to explore your new house."

"Then I will bother Ms. Cohen."

"It’s my duty!" Logan replied.

Oliver followed Logan’s car with his as they headed to Twyla’s first class-villa.

He was astounded to see his new, luxurious home.

With about 270 square meters on three levels, the villa could be accessed through remote-controlled electric gates. There was a big pool and a large garden. Inside the villa were seven fully air-conditioned bedrooms, a fully equipped kitchen, an HD home theater, a spa, and others.

Seeing Oliver’s amazed expression, Logan took the initiative and asked, "I hope Mr. Storm is satisfied."

"I'm amazed as to how you got the idea to build such amazing villas," Oliver said, nodding.

Logan smiled but said nothing; she felt Oliver was different from all the other guys she had met. Those people would only try to ogle her most of the time, so seeing him differently, she was amazed.

Furthermore, most rich people would try to flaunt their wealth, always wearing an arrogant expression, but Oliver, who had been able to purchase a first-class 15 million dollar villa, was not like them.

Zelda entered the room as soon as she arrived home, picking up her phone and dialing Oliver's number.

Oliver was having a conversation with Logan Cohen when his phone rang.

He was shocked and happy to see Zelda’s name displayed on the screen. Oliver was already sad and angry when Zelda asked for a divorce, he didn’t expect to receive a call from her.

Oliver immediately pressed the answer button but pretended to be angry.

"Why do you call me?" He coldly asked.

At the other end, Zelda was nervous; he didn’t understand why she wanted to speak to Oliver all of a sudden but was also sad to hear Oliver’s cold question.

"Uhm. Uh… Oliver, are you fine? "Is there anything you need?"

"Is this why you called?" Oliver asked.

He felt pain in his heart thinking about her affair with Alex.

"Don’t misunderstand me; I called to check up on you and inquire about your whereabouts."

Oliver chuckled and said, "Zelda, you asked for a divorce; why do you pretend as if you do care about me?"

"For all these years, I’ve tried my best to be the best to you, but what did I gain in return?"

Without waiting for her to reply, he hung up.

Tears streamed down Zelda’s face. "There’s no need for me to live since you hate me this much."