As Oliver followed Mr. Brian, the imposing façade of the bank loomed over them, its towering structure a reflection of the power and wealth it housed. They walked through a large corridor adorned with marble floors, glass walls, and towering pillars. The grandeur of the place was undeniable. Finally, they arrived at Mr. Brian’s sprawling office, a mammoth room that exuded wealth and power. The office was adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Rich mahogany bookshelves lined one wall, filled with leather-bound books, trophies, and awards, while an intricately carved wooden desk sat at the center of the room. The furniture was plush, with deep leather chairs and a long polished table that reflected the soft glow of the chandelier hanging above. The space was elegant yet commanding, with modern art hanging on the walls and subtle touches of gold accents in the décor. Mr. Brian gestured to one of the luxurious chairs opposite his de
A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Brian’s face. “Excellent. I knew you had the foresight and the strength to see the potential here.” He extended his hand across the table, and Oliver shook it firmly.The partnership was sealed, and both men understood that this deal had the potential to shape the future of their respective organizations in ways neither had fully anticipated.As soon as the words left Oliver’s mouth, Mr. Brian’s face lit up with a broad smile of satisfaction. “Excellent!” he exclaimed, nearly leaping from his seat. “I’ll have my team prepare the contracts immediately. This is the beginning of something monumental, Oliver. I can already see us doing great things together.”He shook Oliver’s hand firmly once more, his excitement palpable. “You’ve made a wise decision. Our partnership will not only elevate both our firms but set new standards in the industry. I have no doubt this will be a defining moment for both of us.” Mr. Brian’s confidence and enthusiasm filled
He was only one small push away from making a scene that would destroy the restaurant’s calm atmosphere.Then, just as he was sinking deeper into his seething thoughts, his phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with a number he knew well. He glared at the phone, fighting the urge to answer it. Whatever the caller had to say, he didn’t care to hear it. Not when his day had already been ruined beyond repair.Still, the phone kept buzzing, but Victor ignored it, letting it ring out as he fumed in his seat. He didn’t need more bad news. He couldn’t handle more devastation. Not when his mind was already filled with thoughts of revenge, imagining every way to bring Oliver Howard to his knees.And so he sat there, in the quiet corner of La Finesse, consumed by his dark thoughts, barely able to keep his anger from boiling over.Victor, still feeling a storm of emotions swirling within him, tried to settle into his seat, though comfort eluded him. He shifted uneasily, adjusting himself
Victor’s curiosity was piqued, and he continued to probe. “Isn’t the merger a good deal?” he asked, his tone deliberately nonchalant. “It could help them foster development and progress.”Wilson’s response was laced with sarcasm. “Development? Progress?” he scoffed. “It’s just a way for them to consolidate their power and throw their weight around, all while sticking it to people like me. It’s a slap in the face.”Victor’s satisfaction grew with Wilson’s reaction. It seemed the man’s anger was more than just personal—it was visceral. Seeing the potential, Victor decided to dig deeper. “Why are you so angry? Do you know them personally?”Wilson’s eyes burned with fury. “I’m willing to do anything to bring Oliver down,” he declared. “He needs to learn the hard way. He can’t just come in and think he can outmaneuver everyone.”Victor’s heart raced with exhilaration at Wilson’s words. This was an opportunity too good to miss. Oliver Howard was not just his enemy; he was also the common
One week had passed since he visited the orphanage, and tonight was the fundraiser he had eagerly anticipated and looked forward to.Oliver stood in front of the mirror, his fingers brushing over the simple yet elegant outfit he had chosen for the evening. He opted for a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with a tailored navy blazer and dark grey trousers.His shoes were polished but understated, matching the effortless sophistication he preferred. He wasn’t trying to make a bold statement—tonight wasn’t about him—but he wanted to feel comfortable and confident for the event.As he stepped into his car and began driving through the calm, quiet evening, the soft hum of the music on the radio mingled with his thoughts.The memories came flooding back—the times he spent at the orphanage, kicking a ball around with the other kids, racing across the fields, laughing as they chased one another in the warm sun.He could almost hear their laughter now, as clear as day, and the corners of h
The car came to a smooth stop not far from where the group stood. The door swung open, and out stepped the driver—a strikingly handsome man, dressed in a tailored suit of charcoal gray, sharp and clean. His black leather shoes caught the light as he moved, and his deep blue tie stood out against the crisp white shirt he wore beneath his suit jacket. His presence was immaculate, a symbol of wealth and status.The driver glanced briefly at the gathering, his expression composed and unreadable, before stepping aside, as if waiting for someone even more important to emerge from the car. The man’s presence was unmistakable, commanding every eye in the vicinity as he confidently exited his car—a sleek, deep blue Aston Revano. The luxurious, high-performance vehicle gleamed under the fading sunlight, its opulent design drawing murmurs from the onlookers."Is that the new Aston Revano?" one guest whispered, eyes wide with admiration. "That’s a car you don’t see every day. Whoever owns tha
Ethan joined in, adding, “It’s funny how some people just can't handle a little friendly competition. They get left behind.”Oliver, maintaining his calm demeanor, replied, “Modesty isn’t about being left behind; it’s about understanding that actions speak louder than words.”With every jab Marcus and his friends threw, Oliver’s calm, modest replies seemed to leave them momentarily at a loss for words. “Seems like you’re all quite good at boasting,” Oliver said, “but sometimes the real measure of success is how well you treat others, not how much you brag.”Marcus tried to retort, but Oliver’s words seemed to cut deeper than intended, leaving him momentarily speechless.Just as the tension in the air became unbearable and the confrontation threatened to turn into a scene, a new figure approached them. A woman in her late fifties, dressed in an elegant, navy blue dress with intricate embroidery, her silver hair pulled back in a graceful bun, walked up to the group. She exuded an air
Meanwhile, one of Oliver's friends, noticing the tension in his clenched fists and the barely contained anger in his eyes, gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s not worth it, Oliver,” his friend whispered. “Neither are they. Don’t let them get under your skin. They’re not worth your anger.”At that moment, Marcus, the rich guy, removed himself from Mrs. Thompson’s exaggerated embrace, wiping the sweat forming on his forehead. He shot Oliver a scathing and arrogant look, his eyes glaring daggers.“You should just accept defeat, Oliver,” Marcus sneered. “Even Mrs. Thompson can see that I’m superior to you in every way. You’re just a nobody trying to play with the big boys. You’ve always been a loser, and that hasn’t changed.”He stepped closer, smirking with arrogance. “Look around you. I’ve got wealth, status, and power. What do you have? A bunch of useless friends trying to pull you away from reality. Face it, Oliver—you’re nothing.”Meanwhile, the twins, Nathan and Nadia, wer