CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE. THE NAME THAT SHOOK THE ROOM.

But as Oliver finished, something unexpected happened.

The mention of the name "Oliver Howard" seemed to pierce the director’s composure. His once stoic expression cracked, and for a brief moment, his eyes widened, a flicker of shock crossing his face.

His lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came. His right hand, which had been resting casually on his cane, gripped it tighter, the knuckles whitening. He shifted on his feet, his posture stiffening unconsciously.

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and he blinked, as though trying to process what he had just heard.

He cleared his throat, almost as if to regain control, but his surprise was evident to anyone paying attention. The air in the room felt even heavier, and the crowd could sense that something monumental had just been said, though they couldn’t fully grasp its significance.

Oliver, seeing the man’s reaction, felt a wave of nervousness sweep over him, his heart pounding faster.

For a few seconds, it seemed as
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