The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 10

After a long, exhausting day, Oliver collapsed onto the bed. The room was quiet, with dark red walls and a fire crackling softly in the corner.

He couldn't help but think about how surreal it all felt, like his life had shifted in an instant from chaos to comfort. It was hard to believe that everything had changed so quickly, but for now, he let himself relax into the moment.

He lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to process it all. Just weeks ago, his life was full of struggles, and now he was here, in this big, beautiful room, with everything he’d ever wanted.

For the first time in a long time, he felt safe, like he was finally in control of his life. With that thought, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep, feeling completely at peace.

The next morning, a knock on the door pulled him from his sleep. He groggily opened his eyes, and before he could even say anything, his mom walked in, looking as confident as ever.

“Good morning, son. Did you sleep okay?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

She gave him a quick, proud look before her face turned serious. “Good. But it’s time to get up now. We have work to do.”

“It’s time to show everyone who you are. You’re my heir, my son. You’re not some nobody. The world needs to know that.”

“You've been treated like trash for too long, but no more. We’re going to the company this morning, and we’re taking control. You’re going to show them exactly who you are and what you deserve.”

She turned to leave, giving him one last look. “Get ready, son. Today, everything changes.”

Oliver quickly got dressed. When he stepped out, James was already there, calmly waiting for him. He gave a small bow and said, “Ready when you are, sir.”

Oliver nodded, feeling a little bit nervous and excited.

He followed James through the hallway, still processing everything. As they stepped into the garage, his jaw nearly hit the floor in astonishment.

Rows of cars, polished to perfection, lined up like they were part of some fancy showroom.

He had always loved cars, but this was something else entirely. The cars were spotless, shining so brightly that he could see his own reflection in them.

He couldn't help but stop and stare at a sleek Rolls-Royce sitting right in front of him. It was far more impressive than the one they’d ridden in the day before. He was completely blown away.

“Wow, James,” Oliver muttered, still in awe. “This... this is insane. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

James smiled, obviously used to Oliver’s reaction. “It’s quite something, isn’t it, sir?”

Oliver shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing.

“I mean... this car’s like a work of art. I can’t even imagine driving it.”

James nodded, then asked with a small chuckle, “Would you prefer another one, sir? We have plenty of options.”

Oliver looked at the Rolls-Royce again, his eyes wide. “No way. This one’s perfect. I don’t think you could pick a better car. This... this is the one.”

James gave a knowing nod. “Very well, sir. Excellent choice.”

Oliver gave the car one last look, feeling both amazed and a little overwhelmed. Today was going to be a lot, but for now, he was going to enjoy this moment of luxury.

As they climbed into the Rolls-Royce, Oliver couldn’t help but take in the interior. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. Soft leather seats, smooth wood paneling, and even a mini fridge.

He adjusted himself nervously in his seat, his hands a bit sweaty. “I don’t know, James… this feels so... unreal.”

James chuckled, glancing over at him. “Don’t worry, sir. You’ll get used to this kind of opulence soon enough.”

Oliver nodded but couldn’t stop stealing glances at everything around him.

They arrived at the mighty Mediacorp building, but something was off today. The air felt charged, like the calm before a storm. Oliver knew today wasn’t going to be like the other days. Today, everything was about to change.

As they walked inside, they were met by Veronica, the receptionist. She barely even looked up from her phone, her fingers scrolling with quick precision.

She had that look, the kind of person who clearly spent more time perfecting her image in front of the mirror than actually doing her job.

She didn’t even bother to greet them. Just a quick, uninterested glance in their direction before her attention returned to whatever trivial thing had her so absorbed.

When she saw Oliver, her expression immediately soured.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the little loser who thinks he belongs here,” she sneered, flipping her hair dramatically.

“Didn’t I make it clear yesterday that you were fired?”

Oliver’s blood boiled, but he bit back the anger. He knew getting upset would only make him look worse. Instead, he stayed calm, though his hands were clenched.

“Listen, I’m here to speak to the director directly,” Oliver said firmly, trying to keep his cool.

Veronica scoffed loudly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, sure, you want to see the director?” She smirked.

“Maybe you should try dressing like you actually belong here first.”

Meanwhile, James stood still beside Oliver, observing the scene with quiet detachment. He wasn’t rushing to intervene, letting Oliver handle things as he saw fit. But Veronica wasn’t done yet.

“You’re a joke,” she sneered, her eyes scanning Oliver dismissively. “And so is your... what, your bodyguard?” She chuckled. “What a pair.”

She spat, glancing at James with a smirk. “I’m going to make it crystal clear. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll have you both thrown out by security. You’re not welcome here, not now, not ever.”

Oliver stood tall, trying to maintain control of the situation. He wasn’t going to let her rattle him.

James, with his usual calm demeanor, spoke up, “Actually, madam, I’m the butler to the Madam President.”

Veronica’s eyes flicked over to James for a second but then just laughed, turning her attention back to Oliver.

“Oh, great! You’ve got a butler, and what else? Maybe that’ll make you important. Newsflash: nobody cares!”

Her mocking laughter echoed around the lobby. “Now get out, or I’ll make sure security deals with you both."

"And you," she sneered at James, "don’t think I won’t have you thrown out with him. You’re wasting my time.”

James' face hardened as Veronica kept running her mouth.

He stood there, calm but seething inside. He wasn’t going to let her disrespect them any longer. With a sharp motion, he pulled out his phone and dialed quickly.

Veronica, still yapping away, didn’t even notice.

“Oh, please! You think making a phone call is going to change anything? You’re both beneath me. Go cry to your boss or whoever else you think cares.”

James ignored her. When the phone picked up, he spoke with quiet authority, his voice smooth but firm.

"I’m at the reception. They’re refusing to let us in. Yes, right now.”

After the call, James hung up and leaned on the desk, his anger barely contained. The sharp tap of his shoe against the tiles echoed ominously, each strike a silent threat.

His patience was running out, and it was clear danger was looming.