Oliver clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to hold his temper as the man’s arrogance reached new heights. The onlookers whispered more fervently now, curious to see how the standoff would end. The CEO’s relentless tirade had now transformed the gathering into a spectacle, where Oliver had become the subject of ridicule and questioning. Still, nobody knew who he really was.The security guard, who had been silently watching the entire ordeal, had grown increasingly irritated by the CEO’s pompous attitude. The arrogance, the way the man flaunted his authority—it was too much. He finally decided to step in, hoping to diffuse the tension."Mr. Hawkins," the guard started, addressing the CEO, "he’s promised to move the car—"But before he could finish, Mr. Hawkins turned his icy glare towards the guard, his eyes flashing with rage. In one swift motion, before anyone could react, Hawkins landed a menacing slap across the guard’s face. The sound echoed through the parking lot like a
"Doesn’t he know Mr. Hawkins?" a tall man in the back commented. "This CEO doesn’t tolerate disrespect, even in small things like parking. His job's probably over before it even started."Some people chuckled softly at the thought, while others exchanged worried glances."Bold for a newbie, huh?" someone remarked, shaking their head. "He doesn’t know who he’s messing with."Amidst the chatter, Oliver’s mind was racing. He felt a storm brewing inside him, the anger and frustration bubbling just below the surface. This public humiliation—the insults, the crowd gawking at him like some sort of spectacle—it was infuriating. He knew he had the power to retaliate, to put this man in his place. But he also knew that violence wasn’t the answer. Not here, not now. Oliver’s chest rose and fell with each steadying breath as he controlled his emotions, eyes hardening with resolve.Finally, he addressed the CEO. “Mr. Hawkins,” Oliver began, his voice steady but tinged with the simmering fire be
At about 1 PM, Oliver, a slender and athletic individual, confidently rode his power bike onto the campus of Bechem University.With his appearance, one could think Oliver was a billionaire or a wealthy model, but his reality was far from that. Oliver was a struggling delivery guy who could hardly afford his meals.Every day was a struggle for him, juggling part-time jobs and often missing his classes. When he wasn't running errands for wealthy students, he was occupied with his part-time work. It was safe to say he was the poorest student on campus.Oliver had initially been admitted to the university on a scholarship. However, a few months later, due to the vice chancellor's greed, his scholarship was suddenly revoked, and he was forced to start paying tuition fees. So he had to hustle twice as hard to pay for his tuition and other fees.Glancing at his watch, Oliver realized he was running late for his delivery. Determined, he started his bike and headed onto campus. He had one las
Oliver, undeterred by the crowd's attention moved towards Sophia. "Babe, I need to speak with you," he said earnestly. "I already have a ring, and I was looking for you to propose to you as well. Babe, I love you so much," he continued, not minding the murmurs spreading through the gathered students.Sophia squinted at him with a skeptical look crossing her face as if she detected an offensive odor emanating from Oliver. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her tone sharp with anger.Ignoring the growing tension, Oliver said "Babe, I love you so much. I've saved enough money to get you a ring."Out of anger and disbelief, Harry interjected, unable to contain his frustration. "What does this poor boy want, and why is he saying he loves you?" he exclaimed, his voice cutting through the murmurs and whispers that had already started among the students.Amidst the crowd, students began hurling insults and mocking remarks at Oliver, their voices filled with disdain and superiority, fur
Oliver was fuming with anger. He'd just been humiliated in front of the whole school by the woman he loved and thought loved him back. He had spent all his money on her, believing in their relationship, only to be left devastated. All his savings were gone, and there was no way to get them back.The situation was even worse because the whole thing had been recorded and was spreading everywhere—school sites, W******p groups, and social media. The popular girls made sure it went viral, adding to his misery.He kept replaying what happened over and over, each time feeling more hurt. He had trusted her and believed in their relationship, but she used him and then discarded him in the most public and cruel way. It wasn’t just about losing love; it was realizing that what he thought they had was nothing at all.Oliver would have loved to hit Harry, the cause of his humiliation, but the auditorium where everything unfolded was like a spotlighted arena, a mini coliseum where everyone gathered.
Several hours after, Oliver lay on his bed, hungry and devastated. With no money for food, the evening's events replayed in his mind. Just as despair set in, his phone rang. An unknown number appeared, and he answered quickly."Hello?" Oliver said, hopeful yet uncertain."Am I speaking to Mr. Oliver?" the voice asked."Yes, this is Oliver," he said, eager to know who was calling him at this hour. He'd just had a long and bad day."Mr. Oliver, I need you to pick up a package from the school mall and have it delivered to the Grand Royal Hotel. The address is 123 Main Street," the caller instructed."Sure, I will do that," Oliver replied, desperation edging his voice."Great. Get it done quickly, and you'll be paid well," the caller added before hanging up.Desperate for any opportunity to earn some money, Oliver jumped to his feet. This was his last chance to make enough for a meal that day as he hadn't eaten anything that day.He went straight to the school mall, picked up the item and
When Oliver opened his eyes, he was disoriented. It was no longer evening but morning. He had been out cold for hours, and he couldn't remember how long.He found himself in a fancy hospital room, equipped with the latest medical gear. The room was brightly lit, and he was lying shirtless on the bed, with bandages wrapped around various parts of his body. Medical devices were hooked up to him."Where am I? Shouldn't I be dead?" he mumbled, confused. The last thing he remembered was being beaten up. He tried to piece together how he ended up here, his mind racing.As he tried to make sense of things, the door creaked open, and a man in a white coat with a stethoscope walked in. Oliver recognized him as the doctor."Doctor, where am I? Why am I restrained with all these devices connected to me?" He attempted to sit up but winced in pain."Thank goodness you're awake! Don't worry, just stay calm. I'm here to administer your final dose of medication," the doctor reassured in a soothing vo
The next day, Oliver was in his room, looking lively as music played loudly in his newly found expansive and well-furnished home. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the knock on the door until it opened.A beautiful lady walked in and greeted, "Good morning young master.""Good morning," Oliver replied with a smile."Young Master, food is ready at the dining table, and Madam President asks if you'll like to have breakfast now.""Sure, tell her I'll be right down soon," Oliver replied.Was she a maid? How could a maid be this cute and well-dressed? he thought to himself. He couldn't help but marvel at how his life had changed so rapidly from being a poor boy to a billionaire overnight. He had suffered so much and dreaded the thought of ever returning to his previous life of poverty.Oliver strolled downstairs in a sleeveless top that revealed his muscles and walked straight to the dining room where his mother was patiently waiting for him.As soon as she saw him, she stood up an