CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE. A CALM BEFORE THE STORM.

Oliver remained unnervingly calm as Mr. Smith's voice escalated, his threats echoing through the luxurious hall of the VIP section. His demeanor was as steady as a still lake before a storm, showing no hint of the tension burning beneath the surface.

The more Mr. Smith ranted, the less Oliver seemed to react, his composed expression only further fueling Mr. Smith’s fury.

Mr. Smith sneered, his voice thick with venom. "You act like you’re above it all, like you own this place, you think everyone else is just as deceitful as you?"

The other customers, were now turning their heads, their curiosity piqued by the growing commotion. Some whispered among themselves, while others watched intently, their food momentarily forgotten.

Oliver, sensing the perfect opportunity to twist the knife, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Well, Smith," he said with a casual shrug, "if you must know, I own this place."

Mr. Smith froze mid-rant, his eyes narrowing as he processed what Oliver had