The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts

CHAPTER 96.THE RUINS OF VAUGHN'S EMPIRE

The crowded hall of the law firm buzzed with the sharp clatter of shoes against marble, muted conversations blending into a symphony of white-collar chaos. Oliver Roberts sat quietly in a corner, his posture unassuming.

Dressed in a modest suit, he looked more like an intern than a client. His hands rested lightly on the table before him, fingers tracing the edge of a plain folder.

A sharp voice broke through the hum.

“Mr. Roberts, you’re up,” a young assistant called, barely sparing him a glance.

Oliver rose slowly, his movements deliberate and calm, as if oblivious to the dismissive looks cast his way. He walked to the conference room, where a polished mahogany table dominated the space.

Sitting at the far end, flanked by two lawyers, was Richard Vaughn—a man whose name commanded fear in financial and legal circles.

Vaughn’s sharp features twisted into a smirk as Oliver entered.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous Oliver Roberts.”

Vaughn drawled, leaning back in his chair. His tai