Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

99. Goodbye, Montana!

Oliver takes me to a side before we could part ways.

“Look, I’m not even pretending to know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” he starts to gripe, and I raise my hand in a silencing motion.

“Look, Oliver,” I tell him, not wanting to fight with the man again, not when I was just about ship out of here. I might not come back here for a long time from now, and I may not meet Oliver again. I did not want to leave here on bad terms. “I know that you don’t have much faith in me, but this is not a decision I’m taking lightly. You have to trust me when I say that even though you don’t, I know what I’m doing. Believe it or not, I’m not an idiot. I’ve had an extensive education in business, and I’m utilizing it for the betterment of my father’s company, which would one day be my own company if my father has his way. And guess what, no more than six months ago, I would’ve loathed it. But now, I don’t. I’m actually looking forward to it. And these things, these foolhardy schemes as you put