Before anyone else could respond, Oliver quickly took the opportunity to de-escalate. “We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he said, his voice even and calm. “Nothing more.”The man’s eyes swept over the group, his gaze lingering on Marcus, who still looked like he was about to burst. After a pause, the man nodded and suggested, “Perhaps it’s time for a change of subject. Why don’t we move away from here? Come with me.” His tone wasn’t a suggestion; it was a directive, but it was delivered with such grace and authority that it left little room for argument.Marcus and the twins fell silent, fuming but unwilling to oppose the man’s suggestion. It was clear that whoever this man was, he commanded a level of respect that even Marcus couldn’t challenge at the moment.But while the group was momentarily subdued, Mrs. Thompson, still simmering from Oliver’s earlier remarks, was not about to let things slide. She glared daggers at Oliver, her nostrils flaring as she prepared to unlea
Amid the lively atmosphere of the hall, the room gradually fell silent as Mrs. Thompson approached the microphone, her presence commanding the attention of everyone present. The buzz of conversation died down as the guests turned their gazes toward her, eager to hear the evening’s opening address."Good evening, everyone," Mrs. Thompson began, her voice clear and welcoming. "I want to thank each and every one of you for making it to this special fundraising event for the orphanage."She continued, "It’s a joy to see so many familiar faces, and even more so to see the young men and women who were raised within the walls of this orphanage, now standing tall and proud. Your support means the world, and it’s because of people like you that we continue to make a difference."As the applause filled the room, Marcus, who had been simmering in his anger from the earlier confrontation with Oliver, straightened up immediately. His mind raced, sensing an opportunity to once again assert his do
"You really have come a long way, Marcus," one older gentleman commented, shaking his hand firmly. "Mrs. Thompson was right to single you out. You've made quite a name for yourself.""Always knew you'd go far, Marcus," another chimed in. "You've got that determination and drive.""You're really the star of the night," a woman added, her smile beaming.These words, laced with admiration, only served to inflate Marcus’s already bloated sense of self-importance. The more they praised him, the more he puffed out his chest, his posture exuding arrogance.The twins, hovered around him, their exaggerated flattery almost unbearable. They laughed too loudly at his jokes, clung to every word he spoke, and constantly vied for his attention, making sure everyone noticed how close they were to him."Marcus, you’re just on another level tonight. Honestly, who could compare?" Nathan gushed, her voice almost too sweet."You're like the king of the room. Everyone's looking at you," Nada added, casting
Marcus’s anger boiled over. His face flushed with fury, and for a moment, it seemed as though he would lunge at Oliver. His pride wounded, his ego deflated, Marcus desperately wanted to strike back, to reassert his dominance."You think you're better than us?" Marcus spat, stepping closer, his eyes filled with rage. "You think you can just sit there, acting all superior? You’re nothing, Oliver. Nothing!"The twins, sensing Marcus’s anger, quickly fell in line. "Yeah, you think you’re so smart, don’t you?" Nadia hissed."Too good for everyone else," Nathan sneered. "But we see through you."But despite their venom, Oliver remained unfazed, his calm demeanor only serving to aggravate them further. Marcus, seething, clenched his jaw tightly before turning on his heel, the twins following him like shadows. They stormed off, but not before Marcus threw one last furious glance over his shoulder, his pride bruised beyond repair.Oliver, as calm as a body of water, watched them leave. He too
The twins were practically giddy at this point, high-fiving each other in their seats and exchanging victorious grins, feeling like they had finally defeated Oliver in front of everyone.Just as Marcus was about to continue his self-serving speech, something unexpected happened. Ms. Martha, the beloved matron of the orphanage, suddenly rushed onto the stage, a look of urgency on her face. She quickly whispered something into Mrs. Thompson’s ear, interrupting the flow of the event. The crowd, sensing the shift, turned their full attention to the stage, curious.Recovering from her initial shock, Mrs. Thompson cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure after the unexpected news. Her voice trembled slightly as she addressed the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed of a new development—something truly miraculous." Her words carried a mix of awe and excitement, but also nerves.At that moment, Marcus, who had been basking in his supposed victory as the undisp
Marcus, who had been silently fuming in his seat, sat up straighter, his gaze scanning the room like a hawk. His intense anger was palpable; he was ready to confront whoever dared to smash his ego so publicly. He couldn't bear the idea of someone surpassing him.But after a moment, no one stepped forward. Mrs. Thompson waited, her gaze sweeping the room once again. After a tense pause, she sighed softly and said, “It seems the person is not here with us today.”Marcus, still looking around suspiciously, slowly began to relax, a smirk forming on his lips as satisfaction washed over him. He leaned back in his chair and muttered, “Good. Let’s keep it that way. Guess they’re too scared to show up and face me after breaking my record like that.”The twins, ever eager to support him, immediately chimed in.“Exactly, Marcus. They know better. Nobody can stand up to you, really.”“Yeah, you’re still the king around here.”Marcus grinned, feeling vindicated by their sycophantic flattery. Mrs
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