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OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE. THE TRIUMPH AT CHECKOUT.
Oliver remained unflinching, his expression showing no sign of distress. The salesgirl expected him to react with shock or anger, but instead, he continued to exude calm confidence. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “How would you like to pay?”Unfazed by the staggering amount, he replied, “I’ll pay with my card. If you’ll just process it, please.”Confidently, Oliver reached into his pocket and pulled out the golden card his mother had given him. He placed it on the counter with an air of assurance.The salesgirl’s eyes widened as she saw the elite card. Kevin, unable to resist a chance to taunt, sneered, “Did you steal that from the Luxor Hotel too?” He continued with mean-spirited comments, “Maybe it’s not even real. What makes you think you belong in a place like this?”Oliver met Kevin’s taunts with a calm and steady gaze. “If you had a brain, you’d realize that your attempts to belittle me are as futile as they are pathetic. I’m here to shop, not to entertain idiots. So why don’
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR. A GRAND ENTRANCE AND UNWELCOME RIVALRY.
As Oliver pulled into his driveway, his breath was caught in awe. There, illuminated by the golden rays of the sun, was his brand-new Audi RS Q8. He had instructed his driver to pick it up from the dealership earlier.Eager to test it out, he hopped inside and felt the luxurious interior wrap around him. The engine roared to life with a powerful purr, and as he took it for a quick spin around the neighborhood, he couldn't help but smile widely, feeling an exhilarating rush of happiness. The car handled smoothly and had a lot of power, which made him really happy. After driving a few laps, he parked it back at home, completely thrilled with his new ride..The next day was the much-anticipated dinner and birthday party Mr. Damon had invited Oliver to. He dressed in one of the suits he had purchased the previous day. Though the suit and trousers look slightly oversized, he still managed to look quite good in them.He didn't have the chance to try them on at the store due to the drama wi
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE. THE UNWELCOME SPOTLIGHT
"Sophia's eyes narrowed as she stared at Oliver, her voice dripping with anger and venom. 'Oliver?' she called out, her tone a mix of surprise and disdain.I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd see a pathetic loser like you here.' Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his oversized suit and trousers, a look of pure contempt on her face.''And look at you,'' she sneered, ''dressed in clothes that don’t even fit. Did you borrow those too? Or did you pick them up from a charity shop on your way here? You look ridiculous, Oliver. Absolutely ridiculous.'As Sophia's words cut through the air, Harry’s anger reached a boiling point. Seeing Oliver step out of such an outrageously expensive car was like salt in a wound. The sight of him behind the wheel of a Audi RS Q8, a car that even some of the wealthiest people could only dream of owning, made Harry’s blood boil. He hated seeing anything good associated with Oliver, and this was the worst possible scenario. It was as if the univers
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX. SHATTERED EGO
"Oh , not again," Oliver muttered under his breath. The evening was supposed to be a chance for him to relax and enjoy himself, but it seemed it was not meant to be.At that very instant, Harry cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention to himself and Oliver. With an arrogant smirk, he leaned forward and spoke.“Well, well, wonders will never end, If not, how can a pauper be seated beside us? I guess it’s true what they say, some people just don’t know their place.”He then turned to Oliver with a cruel smile and continued. “Remember when I promised to make your life miserable? I’ve kept that promise. I’ve called your boss,” he said, pointing to Mr. Smith, “and he has done the needful."Oliver’s boss, Mr. Smith, who had been quietly observing, now turned his attention to Oliver with a scowl. “What the hell are you doing here?” Mr. Smith barked. “This is a high-profile event for influential people, not some charity function. Just like Mr Harry has said, you no longer have a job at m
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN. THE UNEXPECTED GUEST OF HONOR.
The room fell into a stunned silence, eyes wide with shock. Mr smith's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. His previously proud and elegant composure faltered, and he clenched his jaw as he shot a scathing look at Oliver. He was visibly demoralized as he slowly made his way back to his seat, trying to maintain his composure while his mind raced with frustration and humiliation. Harry, thinking the attendant was indicating him, began to rise with a smirk, only for the attendant to shake his head and add, "Not you, sir." He then directed his gaze to Oliver. The realization hit Harry like a cold slap, and he froze, his face flushing with embarrassment.Oliver, maintaining his 100% composure, confidently rose from his seat and made his way toward the attendant.As he did, Mr. Smith, humiliated and seething, had no choice but to return to his seat, the previous air of importance now shattered. The whispers and murmurs among the other guests grew louder.When Mr. Smith had first
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT. THE GRAND UNVEILING.
The room was charged with a palpable tension, every guest on the edge of their seat, eyes wide with anticipation, as they awaited the reveal of this highly celebrated figure. Mr. Damon’s voice, heavy with significance, cut through the silence: “It is my distinct pleasure to introduce and specially thank Mr. Oliver Howard.”The name struck like a thunderclap, sending a wave of confusion through the crowd. Murmurs erupted like a sudden storm, as people exchanged puzzled glances.“Who is this Oliver?” one guest hissed, clearly baffled.“Never heard of him,” another remarked, the voice tinged with disbelief.“Must be a mistake,” someone else suggested, their gaze searching desperately for a more recognizable figure.“After all this hype, thought it would be someone famous," another guest whispered in disappointment, shaking their head as the room’s excitement turned to bewilderment.Meanwhile, Mr. Smith’s face turned in sheer disbelief. The color drained from his cheeks as if a bucket of
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER THIRTY NINE. THE UNFOLDING VENDETTA.
The party’s lively mood took a sharp turn when Harry blew up, causing a stir throughout the room. “Did you see his face? He’s livid!” one guest whispered, eyes wide with shock.“Unbelievable. I’ve never seen him lose it like that,” another murmured, barely able to contain their surprise.As Harry stormed toward the exit, Sophia quickly stood, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She hurried after him, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The guests watched as she chased after him, whispering amongst themselves.“Even Sophia is rattled. This is serious,” a woman commented, leaning closer to her companion.“Trouble in paradise, perhaps? This doesn’t look good for them,” another guest remarked, smirking slightly.As the door slammed shut behind Harry and Sophia, the room plunged into a stunned silence, the echo of their exit hung in the air like a specter. The once vibrant atmosphere, buzzing with excitement and intrigue, had shifted sharply. The mo
OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE CHAPTER FORTY. THE CEO'S DAWN.
As Oliver drove home in silence, the night’s events played on repeat in his mind. He was relieved, almost grateful, at least, that he hadn't ended up with someone like Sophia."How could someone be so crazy, so quick to attack without provocation?" he wondered. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, but also a sense of reassurance. He quickly shook off the bad feeling that had briefly taken over and felt a rush of happiness. He knew he had narrowly avoided a situation that could have caused him a lot more trouble.When he finally arrived home, the house was quiet, except for the low murmur of the television from the living room. He moved quietly, hoping to slip past unnoticed, but as he entered, he saw his mother sitting on the couch, her eyes bright with interest as she turned to greet him.“Welcome home son! How was the dinner? Hope you had fun?” she asked, her voice warm.For a moment, Oliver considered telling her everything—the confrontation with Harry and Sophia, the te
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CHAPTER 115. THE REVELATION.
"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
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CHAPTER 114. A LINE CROSSED.
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
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CHAPTER 113. THE MAN WITH A BIG EGO.
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
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CHAPTER 112. SILENCING ALL CRITICS.
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
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CHAPTER 111. REVEALING THE TRUTH.
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
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CHAPTER 110. WHEN DOUBT CREEPS IN
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
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CHAPTER 109. FRAUD IN THE SPOTLIGHT
"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
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CHAPTER 108. UNMASKING DECEIT
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
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CHAPTER 107 TRIUMPH IN VANITY
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
