Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

69. Ringtone

Although I was ready to forgive and forget the whole thing, Oliver was not.

“Oliver, what do you mean you’re dropping them as our primary timber suppliers?” I ask him after he declares his decision at the office a day after the strange meeting in the morning, “I thought we all agreed it was a misunderstanding and are putting it behind us for good.”

The past day had gone pleasantly enough, after the strange incident. Coraline had been stunned to learn what had happened while she hid in the bathroom, and Oliver was miffed to learn about the lukewarm nature of their apologies.

“So, they just came around to pat themselves on their backs for being good boys,” he’d grouched, “typical. How very typical of them.”

“Well, at least they did that. I know plenty of people who would rather go and air out their dirty laundry in national media rather than apologize,” I told him, remembering how Stone and his father acted after the expelling incident.

“Dirty laundry? That sounds like something that ha