The manager’s words sent a shockwave through the room, and everyone’s attention shifted to Oliver and his friends.The man whose wallet was missing was still fuming, he pointed at Oliver. “He must have stolen that card just like he stole my wallet! This is ridiculous, thieves like him always think they can get away with everything!”Oliver stayed calm and cool, responding, “I didn’t steal anything. Check your facts before you make baseless accusations.”The man was relentless, his voice growing louder. “I’m not letting this go. You’re going to face the consequences, and I’ll make sure you get the full force of the law."Just then, the police officers the wallet owner had called arrived. The man’s face lit up with satisfaction as he saw them. He greeted the officers with a proud smile, clearly relishing the chance to see Oliver in trouble.The man, clearly relishing the moment, pointed at Oliver and his friends with a dramatic flair. “These are the thieves! They ate without paying and t
As soon as the police officers left, an immense wave of relief washed over the room. It was as if time had stood still, and despite the efficiently working AC, everyone was drenched in sweat. The suffocating tension that had gripped the air finally began to dissipate, leaving everyone catching their breath.The manager, usually composed, wiped his forehead with a trembling hand. The waiter leaned against the wall, his legs barely holding him up, while the security guard exhaled shakily, realizing how close he had come to disasterBen and Jacob, still reeling from the whirlwind of events, stood in stunned silence. Ben's hands were trembling slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I can't believe what just happened," Ben whispered, shaking his head. "Did you see that? A helicopter, the head of police... all for Oliver."Jacob, equally shaken, let out a shaky laugh. "Man, I never knew Oliver had such connections, this is next level. We were about to be taken away, and now look at them,
The room was filled with a mix of stunned silence and nervous shuffling. The staff exchanged bewildered glances, still grappling with the day's events.Mr. Damon turned to Oliver with a smile. "Mr. Oliver, before I go, I'd like to invite you to my birthday celebration this weekend. It's a good chance to celebrate our successful deal."He reached into his briefcase and handed Oliver an elegant invitation card.With that, Mr. Damon concluded, “I think my business here is done.” He gave a satisfied nod and a final smile before leaving the room.As Mr. Damon left, the room became thick with tension. The staffs stood in uneasy silence, their eyes shifting nervously toward Oliver.The waiter’s face was a mask of disbelief, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. The security guard's face turned pale, and his hands fidgeted nervously. They never imagined such a sudden and dramatic power shift.The waiter, who had been so confident moments ago, was now a picture of panic. Pale and trembling,
As Oliver exited the hotel, his friends immediately swarmed him, their faces filled with excitement and bewilderment. "What happened back there?" one of them asked. "How did you pull off getting the head of the police involved?"Oliver, visibly drained from the day’s chaos, barely managed to smile. “Look, I need to get you all back to the dorm. I have to handle something and it’s been a long day,” he said, gesturing for them to follow. He quickly ordered an Uber for his friends, giving them a hurried but genuine apology.The questions kept coming, and the more they looked at him, the more they couldn’t believe how Oliver was handling everything so easily.They couldn't match the struggling student they remembered with this confident person now. “How did you manage all this? Is this really the same Oliver we know?” they whispered, clearly shocked.Oliver’s tiredness got the better of his patience. “I’m too tired to explain everything now, but I'll do that later” he said, stepping into
Oliver woke up feeling refreshed. It was the weekend, and the break was much-needed after the previous day’s chaos. He stretched his arms, letting the sunlight gently wake him up, and then headed downstairs.In the study room, his mother was busy with some paperwork. She looked up when he entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Good morning, Oliver. How are you feeling today?”“I’m good, Mom,” Oliver replied, smiling back at her.“Glad to hear that,” she said, her eyes showing genuine concern. “You needed some rest after all the craziness yesterday.”“Son, after what happened yesterday,” his mother said, “I think it would be a good idea for you to tour our companies and start taking over as CEO. Later today, Simon can show you around, and by Monday, you could meet the team and get started. When you’re fully ready, I’ll step down as president of the Howard conglomerate.”Oliver grinned. “Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate your confidence in me.”“But I won’t be free today,” he
Oliver, now visibly angry, said, "Excuse me, don't you think its rude of you to leave a customer hanging?"The salesman turned back to Oliver with a smug expression fading slightly, clearly angry. "You're wasting my time, this isn't a charity, you know. Why don't you come back when you can actually afford something here?""You look like you walked in from a thrift store. Guys like you just come here to dream. It's pathetic. This place is for real buyers, not wannabes like you."Oliver now fuming said, "You don't have the right to insult me. You can make your points known without insults. I'm a customer like the others, you should treat me with some respect."The salesman sneered and began another round of insults, this time joined by his fellow salesmen."You? A customer?" the salesman laughed. "You must be joking. What, did you sell your bicycle to come here?"Another salesman chimed in, "Yeah, this place is for real buyers, not someone who looks like they got lost on their way to t
Oliver clenched his teeth in irritation and scoffed at her audacity to challenge him on something that was rightfully his! He knew he owed her no explanation, yet she demanded proof like a prosecutor grilling a suspect.“I have nothing to prove to you,” he said, managing to keep his voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside him. “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t change the fact that I own this car.”On hearing this, she burst into a hysterical, mocking laugh. "Yeah, right," she sneered. "That's exactly what a broke poser would say. Keep dreaming, poor boy." Oliver’s jaw tightened. This girl was relentless in her disrespect and attempts to humiliate him. He decided it was best to walk away with his dignity intact, rather than stoop to her level.But she continued, speaking into her phone, "Look guys, I told you he's a poser, and now he's doing what posers do."One of her live followers chimed in,"He's probably borrowing the car for his Instagram pics. What a joke!"“Do whate
The saleswoman approached them, her eyes blazing with anger but maintaining a firm, polite tone. "Don't you think it's high time you stopped bothering him? I've been watching you, and despite his silence, you've continued to be a thorn in his flesh."The girl halted her livestream, giving the saleswoman a scathing look from head to toe, but the saleswoman responded with a calm, confident smile.The saleswoman pressed on, her voice steady. "I can see there's a bit of a mix-up here. I overheard some misinformation, and I’d like to clear a few things up about the car." She said sweeping her hands on the elegant body of the car.“If you were truly knowledgeable about luxury vehicles or came from a background of class, you’d understand that this isn’t just any car. “This is an Audi RS Q8, a limited edition model. Only 250 units were made worldwide, making it an incredibly rare and prestigious vehicle,” the saleswoman explained, her tone unwavering.The girl paused, momentarily considering
"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
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
After a long, exhausting night, Oliver returned home and collapsed into bed, drifting into the deepest sleep he'd had in days. He slept soundly, like a baby, too tired to even dream. Morning came quickly, and a soft knock on the door stirred him awake. The door creaked open, and his mother stepped inside, her presence filling the room with warmth."Good morning, Oliver," she said with a soft smile, "Did you sleep well?""Yeah, I did," Oliver replied, rubbing his eyes. "Morning, Mom."She approached the bed, sitting lightly on the edge. “I need you to visit Pearl Dynamics today. I was supposed to go myself, but something came up. You know how I’ve always insisted that you get more involved with the companies. It's important that you understand how each one operates.”Oliver sighed heavily, still feeling the weight of last night’s events, but he knew this was non-negotiable. “Alright, I’ll handle it,” he said, forcing himself out of bed.After his mother left, he dragged himself to the
Gasps filled the room. The weight of the revelation hit everyone like a tidal wave. Vanessa’s jaw dropped as she stared at the price in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly. Anita’s eyes widened, and a look of awe replaced her earlier skepticism. There was a murmur of shock and admiration as everyone absorbed what they had just witnessed."Four hundred thousand dollars?" someone whispered, stunned."That’s insane," another added. "I didn’t even know you could get a custom Patek like that."Nathan, on the other hand, was left speechless. The blood drained from his face as if all his confidence had evaporated in an instant. His once smug expression faltered, replaced by sheer disbelief. His gift—while appreciated—was a far cry from what Oliver had just unveiled. The room buzzed with whispers as people began comparing Nathan’s painting to Oliver’s gift."It’s not even close," someone muttered, loud enough for Nathan to hear. "Oliver’s on a whole different level.""Yeah, Nathan’s gif
Despite her defense, Oliver wasn’t satisfied. He couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of betrayal—not from the people around him but from the circumstances that had conspired to humiliate him. His insistence on proving himself only spurred Nathan's amusement further.Nathan burst into mocking laughter, his voice echoing through the room. "Oh, this is just too rich," he sneered. "Mistakenly picked the wrong one? C'mon, Oliver, don’t kid yourself. If it walks like a fraud, talks like a fraud, well... it’s probably a fraud."Oliver’s frustration was mounting. He grabbed his phone, dialing his mother’s number again, the cold sweat on his forehead betraying his rising desperation. When the call didn’t go through, his grip tightened, and he cursed under his breath. Nathan’s taunts grew more relentless. "You’re a joke, man," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Trying to pull this off like you’re some big shot, and now look at you—sweating bullets over a fake watch. You m
Another girl in the corner whispered, "It’s embarrassing. I thought Oliver had more class than this."Nathan circled around Oliver, his voice dripping with mockery."You wanted to make me look like a fool, huh? Well, how’s it feel now? Must hurt, doesn’t it? Standing there, trying to defend a cheap knockoff while I’ve got a real, genuine gift." He leaned in closer, his grin menacing. "Face it, Oliver. You’re nothing but a fraud, and everyone here sees it now."Oliver stood there, his composure cracking. "I know it's not fake," he repeated, his voice quieter now, almost as if he were convincing himself as much as everyone else. "There’s been a mistake… it has to be."But the more he protested, the more Nathan’s smirk grew. "Mistake?" Nathan scoffed. "The only mistake here is you thinking you could come in here and show me up. But now everyone knows the truth, Oliver. You're just a guy trying to punch above his weight, and you fell flat on your face."Anita, who had been quiet througho
"He started it! Two can play this game, right? If Oliver's so sure, why doesn’t he show the receipt for his fancy watch? Or better yet, let’s check the authenticity right now!"The room grew quiet as Nathan’s challenge hung in the air. Oliver, calm as ever, didn’t flinch. He merely replied, "Show the receipt for your painting first, Nathan. After that, I’ll be happy to provide mine."A murmur went through the crowd as people exchanged curious glances. The tension was thick, almost tangible, as they awaited Nathan’s response. But before Nathan could come up with an excuse, someone else from the party chimed in. "Why don’t we just check online? Patek Philippe has an official site where you can validate their products using the serial number. Let’s see if it’s genuine."Anita, standing close to Oliver, felt a knot form in her stomach. Her fingers twitched with anxiety. She knew Oliver had money and could easily afford a watch like that, but the idea of him being humiliated in front of e
Nathan's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, a flicker of fear crossed his face. But he quickly masked it with more arrogance, his voice rising in desperation. “You're talking nonsense. You're just bitter because you can't afford anything like this, and now you're trying to ruin the night. You're just some arrogant narcissist.”Anita, sensing that the tension was about to boil over, stepped between them. "Come on, this isn’t necessary," she pleaded, her hands out in front of her. “It’s a party. Let’s not ruin it over this.”But Oliver was resolute. “If Nathan’s so sure about the authenticity of his gift,” he said, locking eyes with Nathan, “then I’d like to prove that the painting is not original.”The room fell silent at Oliver’s bold challenge. Nathan’s expression faltered again, but he quickly masked his unease with more bravado."Prove it?" Nathan scoffed, though his voice had lost some of its earlier confidence. “You’re just trying to make me look bad. You’re the one ruinin
He glanced at Anita once more, hoping that the grand gesture would make her fall for him. But Anita remained stoic, her expression unreadable, though her eyes flickered with something more calculating than impressed.Meanwhile, Oliver, who had been observing silently, maintained his calm demeanor, though a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Nathan might have thought he’d outshone everyone, but Oliver had seen enough of such displays to know where this was headed. He knew arrogance often led to a downfall. He just had to wait.Meanwhile, Nathan was in his element, soaking up the admiration from the room. He grinned from ear to ear, loving every second of the attention. Vanessa couldn’t stop gushing about the gift, her voice high with excitement.“You never cease to amaze me, Nathan,” she said, her eyes still wide with disbelief. “This is... I don’t even know how to thank you! This is the most expensive gift I’ve ever received!”Nathan, feeling on top of the world, brushed