The plush carpet muffled Michael's footsteps as he approached Oliver's office. Oliver's secretary eyed him with suspicion as he tried to make his way through without a prior appointment. Michael's attempts to charm her were met with skepticism until he resorted to some arguments that eventually persuaded her to announce his presence.With a stern-faced security guard walking behind him, Michael entered Oliver's office. The atmosphere was tense, and Oliver scrutinized him with a raised eyebrow, diverting his attention from the pile of files sitting on his desk.Michael extended a hand. "Oliver, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm John Reynolds, a lawyer. I've been following your career closely, and I believe I can be an invaluable asset to you." Oliver remained skeptical, eyeing Michael's outstretched hand before reluctantly shaking it. Who was this dude?Oliver had never seen him or heard of him. "What makes you think I need a lawyer?""Well, Oliver, let me show you." Michael placed fi
Bill entered Oliver's office wearing a troubled expression. Oliver glanced up from his paperwork, sensing an unusual tension. Something was up, as always. "Boss, we got a problem," Bill stated, hesitating slightly. Oliver leaned back in his chair, a questioning look in his eyes. "What's going on?""It's Andrew, your lawyer," Bill began. "He resigned suddenly, and no one has seen him since. It's like he vanished. Left the country, they say."Oliver's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "Resigned? Without any notice?" He paused, his mind swerving to the unusual approach by Reynolds.Reynolds approached him three days ago, and suddenly Andrew was missing? There had to be a connection. "What the hell happened?"Bill sighed, choosing his words carefully. "According to the office buzz, he met with a strange man the day before he disappeared. The bar's CCTV recorded it when I checked. The fellow was able to avoid the cameras, though. Still, it didn't look like a friendly conversation."Oliver's
The restaurant buzzed with a low hum of chattering and soft music as Michael and Elina sat across from each other. Elina's eyes sparkled with a glint of excitement, wearing a wide grin that showed how happy she was to be with him."I'm really glad we could do this, Michael. I've been looking forward to it," Elina said, her voice filled with warmth. "And I think I'm getting better, thanks to you. I found love in my therapist!"Michael, keeping up a facade, nodded, forcing a smile. He seemed to dislike her the more he spent time with her."Me too, Elina. It's nice to spend some time together," He responded blandly.As they divulged into casual conversation, Elina couldn't hide her enthusiasm, sharing stories about her life and experiences as the daughter of Viktor Grey, while Michael, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get out of there.Halfway through the date, Michael took a deep breath, his gaze avoiding Elina's eyes. "Elina, there's something I need to tell you."Her excitement tur
In the midst of a shareholder meeting, Viktor Grey engaged in a lively conversation about expanding the company's reach, and ideas flowed freely among the group, discussing the potential growth and strategies.Viktor knew he had to act fast, especially now that Oliver was back in business. It was only a matter of time before he started losing to him.As the discussion commenced, a security official abruptly burst into the room, sweaty and disturbed. He looked like he'd been struggling.With urgency in his voice, he relayed to Viktor, "Mr. Grey, someone is attempting to enter. We tried to stop him, but he insisted on coming in.""If you'd please excuse me," He quickly said to the shareholders. Viktor, angered by the interruption, furrowed his brows. "Who is it? We have a large body of security officials, so who?!" He dropped his file on the podium and came down to attend to the matter at hand.Before he could get an answer, the doors swung open dramatically. Alexander, making a grand
The next day, Michael welcomed Rosa into his apartment, attempting to create any semblance of normalcy just so he had her tangled in his webs. She'd be of so much good to him if he played his cards right.Laughter echoed in the room as they shared stories and jokes, not to mention the frequent kisses Rosa gave him, which was even more confirmation that he had her. Michael couldn't help but feel excitement rumble in his stomach— the price of a job well done.As they settled on the couch, Rosa's smile faded into a more sober expression. "Michael, I can't help but feel guilty about Elina. I'm betraying her trust, and it hurts me. Do you know we've been friends for so long? I can't help but feel like I should tell her the truth, you know…about us."Michael, his eyes searching hers, reassured her, "Rosa, we're doing what we have to do. Elina will be fine, and in the end, it will all make sense. But I don't think it'd be a good idea to tell her now," He lied. "When it's the right time, I'll
Viktor, appalled and enraged, stared at the gruesome evidence that Michael had sent— Raymond's head. The same man he had dispatched to retrieve Elina. The shock and horror washed over him, realizing the situation had escalated far beyond his control. He couldn't ever handle losing his daughter, ever. The mere thought of it drove him to the brink of insanity as he ruffled his already messy hair.His office transformed into a scene of chaos as Viktor threw a fit. "Incompetent fools! I can't believe you let this happen. My daughter is out there because of your incompetence!"The guards, bewildered and tense, exchanged uneasy glances as Viktor fumed. He knew he couldn't handle this alone; he needed help. With a heavy heart and a sense of bitter irony, Viktor made the decision he had long avoided. The decision that he knew would bite him back— hard, but it was necessary if he ever wanted to see her again.He gathered a few trusted bodyguards, his voice strained with hesitation. "We need
"Did you make the phone call, Micheal?" Alexander asked, his voice booming through the walls of the nearly empty hall.Micheal, leaning against the wall, just a step away from Elina, nodded his head, flashing the phone in Alexander's direction. "I have. It'd be traceable to this address."He clicked his tongue and cocked his head to the side. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't seem to think this was a good idea. "Are you sure this is the best shot we've got? We could have asked him to come willingly, you know?"A short chuckle slipped out of Alexander's mouth. "Funny of you to think Viktor would walk in here by himself to get his daughter. This plan is the best. Now we wait for him to track the IP address and come barging in with his dogs!""What if he doesn't take the bait? Or what if he comes with more aid? No matter how I think of it, it-""Enough, Michael!" Alexander shunned him. "You must think you now have a mind of your own, don't you? Remember how this started. I!
Ricardo was frozen in his seat when Oliver placed the documents on the table, and the explanation followed. He couldn't seem to understand what Oliver was trying to pull off.Bill had contacted him just yesterday, saying The Oliver Lionheart wanted an audience with him. It had caught him off guard because he wasn't worthy of such an opportunity. He was just a lowly entrepreneur to whom life seemed to dish out all sorts of trouble."Y-you want me to take over Grey's Pharmaceuticals?" Ricardo asked in disbelief as he stared down at the documents. "Me? I don't understand."Oliver leaned back, fully aware of how much of a shock it'd be for the poor businessman. He clasped his hands together and explained. "In 2013, while you worked under Mason Oils, you developed project Agatha, didn't you? The now famous oil distribution method."Ricardo nodded slowly while Oliver continued. "The idea was stolen and taken over by the CEO, after which you were fired and sought a Job in another company. Y