At first, Oliver had no intention of revealing himself. He preferred to stay in the background, letting his actions speak without the need for recognition. But as he sat in the corner, watching Marcus's face light up with satisfaction, smug in the belief that no one would step forward, something shifted within him. The knots in Marcus’s stomach tightened with each passing second, and the more he saw Oliver advancing toward the stage, the harder his heart pounded in anger.Marcus’s mind raced. "No, it can’t be," he thought, a storm of disbelief and fury rising within him. His fists clenched, and his face grew red with frustration. His carefully crafted superiority was crumbling, and it was Oliver, someone he’d always considered beneath him, who was responsible. The notion of Oliver donating such an enormous amount was like a punch to the gut, one he wasn’t prepared to take. “This… this has to be a joke,” Marcus whispered to himself, trying to rationalize what was happening.As Oliv
Marcus, visibly shaken, struggled to maintain his composure. His face was a mixture of disbelief, anger, and frustration, and when he finally managed to speak, his voice was shaky, barely holding back his emotions. "This… this is preposterous!" he stammered, his words tinged with frustration and confusion. "How could someone like Oliver—how could this happen? There's no way he could’ve made a donation like that!It's—it’s impossible!" His eyes darted around the room, seeking validation from anyone who would support his crumbling sense of superiority.The twins, always quick to latch onto Marcus's feelings, were right there to bolster his ego, fawning over him as if they hadn’t just witnessed the event unfold. "Exactly, Marcus!" one of them chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief. "There's no way Oliver could've done this. It has to be some mistake or… or maybe a joke!"The other twin quickly added, "You’ve always been the one who supports this event. Oliver? Donating two million? I
Meanwhile, across the room, Marcus and his two loyal disciples seethed with resentment. They couldn’t shake the feeling of being overshadowed. Oliver, once considered beneath them, was now glowing under the spotlight, basking in the praise that Marcus had expected to receive.“Look at them,”Marcus muttered, his jaw clenched as he watched people now regarding Oliver with newfound respect. “This is ridiculous. He doesn’t belong here.”The twins nodded in agreement, their faces twisted in disdain. “It’s infuriating. We need to confront him.”Driven by a mix of anger and intrigue, they approached Oliver with a sense of entitlement, ready to challenge him. As Marcus and the twins closed in on Oliver, the atmosphere thickened with tension. Marcus was the first to break the silence, his voice laced with disbelief and contempt.“So, Oliver,” he sneered, crossing his arms defiantly. “Care to enlighten us on how a nobody like you managed to come up with two million dollars? Or did you rob a ba
As Oliver got home, exhausted from the whirlwind of events of the day, he went straight to bed. It was the weekend, and he'd already resolved to spend it doing absolutely nothing. Sleep came quickly as his body sank into the comforting embrace of his bed, the events of the past week fading from his mind.When morning arrived, Oliver was still fast asleep, wrapped in a deep, restful slumber. The world outside could have been crumbling, and he wouldn't have cared. But suddenly, the screeching ring of his phone pierced the quiet air. He groaned, shifting under the covers and pulling a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to block out the noise.The phone rang again. And then a third time.Frustration bubbling up, Oliver finally scrambled to find his phone on the bedside table, his eyes still clouded with sleep. After some fumbling, he managed to grab it, squinting at the screen to see who could possibly be disrupting his weekend peace.It was Anita.He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
As Oliver and Anita settled into the car, the atmosphere between them was light and playful. Anita leaned back in her seat and glanced at him. "So," she began with a grin, "how does it feel driving such a stunning lady around?" Oliver smirked. "Well, considering I'm used to driving myself around with no company, this is a nice change." Anita chuckled. "Oh, I see. So, I should feel honored, right?" "Maybe," Oliver teased, eyes flicking towards her briefly before returning to the road. "But don’t let it get to your head." "Too late," she said with a wink, causing them both to laugh. They continued chatting about random topics, from the music playing in the background to Anita's excitement about the party. At some point, they joked about their past outings, and Oliver found himself surprisingly comfortable in her company. He was not used to this—being so at ease with someone. Usually, he preferred solitude, but Anita's presence felt oddly natural. "You're not so bad yourself, you
The compliments continued to flow in and Oliver couldn't help but feel proud that they've come together. “She looks like she just walked out of a Vogue magazine,” someone whispered, loud enough for the whole group to hear. “How is she so perfect?” “She’s like one of those models you see in designer shows, but even more flawless in person!” yet another girl added, her voice filled with admiration. With each compliment, Anita’s chest swelled a little more. Her head was lifted slightly, basking in the glow of their words. Her heart was already soaring as each flattering remark made her feel like the queen of the night. They had even likened her to a goddess, which left her nearly giddy. After soaking in their adulation for a few moments, she finally found her voice. "Thank you, everyone," she said, smiling graciously, though the pride was clear in her tone. "You’re all so kind." But while the compliments continued, the only guy in the room couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.
As the knife was passed around for guests to take turns cutting the cake, the guy snatched it and, with a smug grin, gestured toward Oliver.“Hey, why don’t you cut a slice for everyone?” he said loudly, his tone dripping with mockery. "Or maybe that’s not something you’re used to, seeing as you probably have someone do it for you."The crowd’s laughter was awkward, a few people glancing uncomfortably between Oliver and the man. It was a subtle but deliberate attempt to embarrass Oliver, positioning him as someone out of place, too refined or detached to even do something simple like cutting a cake.Anita, who had been standing nearby, immediately sensed what was happening. Her eyes darted between Oliver and the guy, realizing the malicious intent behind the gesture.Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her expression sharp as she intercepted the knife before Oliver could respond.“Oh, I think Oliver’s done enough for the night,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tens
Eyeing the moment, he stepped forward again, his voice cutting through the noise. "Alright, folks," he said with a sly grin, "I think we’ve all calmed down now, haven’t we?" He gave Oliver a pointed look, his tone dripping with mockery."He continued, "How about we move on to the gift presentation? After all, I’m sure everyone here brought something special for the celebrant."His eyes flicked toward Oliver for a brief second, certain that this was his moment. He was convinced that Oliver had come empty-handed, and this would be his final blow to undermine him."Let’s see what we’ve got!" the guy added, rubbing his hands together in fake enthusiasm. The crowd turned their attention toward the table where the celebrant, a glowing young woman in her birthday dress, stood expectantly.Without hesitation, Anita reached into her bag, a confident smile playing on her lips. From it, she pulled out a thick bundle of $50 bills and handed it over to the celebrant. "This is $5000," she said ca