THE INVINCIBLE TOP G

Chapter 311

Oliver's senses returned to him gradually, like a man surfacing from the depths of a dark, cold sea. His head throbbed painfully, and his vision blurred as he struggled to focus on his surroundings.

The world around him came into focus in jagged fragments—the cold concrete floor beneath him, the musty smell of the warehouse, and the distant hum of machinery.

The damp air of the warehouse filled his lungs as he inhaled sharply, trying to gain his bearings. Blinking away the fog in his mind, his eyes settled on a figure standing a few feet in front of him. The man’s presence was both commanding and menacing, his expression one of cold amusement.

“Hello, Oliver. You probably don't know me. I'm Greg. Greg Walclaw,” the man introduced himself, his voice dripping with a casual arrogance that made Oliver’s skin crawl.

Oliver stared at him, the recognition slow to come. He nodded slightly, not showing much surprise despite the situation. His gaze dropped to the ropes binding him to the chair