Zero: God Of Mercenary

Chapter 12: Sudden Fear

As soon as Trisha spotted Oliver, she stormed toward him, Jay and Denver trailing close behind.

“I told you to stop following me!” she snapped, her voice loud and hostile. “You pathetic lowlife! How dare you come here and lurk around like some creep?”

Oliver blinked by her outburst.

“Wait, you know him?” Jay asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“That’s Trisha’s useless ex-husband,” Denver answered, his teeth clenched with anger. “What’s that nobody doing at a party like this?”

“It’s because he’s Rebecca’s boyfriend,” Jay interjected, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Trisha paused for a moment when she heard this.

She finally noticing the transformation in Oliver’s appearance.

He stood there in a sharp, expensive suit, clean-shaven and composed, radiating a powerful presence, made him look like a completely different man.

“What? Are you kidding me? There’s no way that bumpkin could snag someone like Rebecca.”

Trisha raised an eyebrow, her face twisting in disgust mixed with a strange unpleasantness.

Well, yes. Oliver is just a plaything. But after all, he spent 3-year times being her loyal plaything.

Now it felt like someone snatched this away. That was where the unpleasantness came from!

Jay smirked, raising his voice to ensure the crowd heard him.

“Is it true, Rebecca? Your new boyfriend is Trisha’s ex-husband?”

Gasps filled the room, heads turning toward them.

Rebecca smiled coolly, completely unfazed.

“Well, since you asked, yes. Let me introduce my boyfriend, Oliver.”

The room buzzed with murmurs upon hearing Rebecca’s answers.

“Seriously? Out of everyone, she picks Trisha’s ex-husband?”

“Does she have no shame? He may look decent, but what about money?”

Trisha sneered and raised her voice, dripping with mockery.

“So quick to find another woman, huh, Oliver? After bleeding my family dry, you just jumped to another rich woman?”

Listened to Rebecca’s reversal accusations, Oliver started to respond, but Rebecca spoke up first:

“We’re both single, so I don’t see the issue, Miss Trisha. After all, didn’t you also move on rather quickly?”

She continued, “As for your family’s finances—while I don’t discuss clients’ private matters publicly, I think you know the truth.”

Trisha’s face reddened with rage. Though the true state of her family’s finances was common knowledge among the elite, being called out openly like this cut deep.

Pointing a finger at Rebecca, she snarled,

“So you’re with some market worker? You, with rich men lining up for you, go for a loser?”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “And why not? He’s better than men who only care about flaunting their wealth.”

“Oh, really? Or do you just enjoy playing sugar mommy?” Trisha shot back, a smirk on her face.

“Of course! You let Oliver into the VVIP lounge to keep him as your boy toy!”

Trisha’s voice boomed, making sure everyone in the room heard her.

A tense silence followed, and a few of Rebecca’s clients exchanged judgmental glances.

Trisha looked smug, sensing she had stirred the pot.

“No wonder your judgment’s been so off lately. I mean, really, Oliver with a red card? The man can’t even dress himself for the occasion!” Trisha jeered.

Denver and Jay exchanged gleeful glances, reveling in the moment as Trisha insulted Rebecca without a hint of remorse.

  

But Rebecca didn't fight back immediately.

In fact, Rebecca was curious about Oliver, as well.

When she first met Oliver, he looked like a beggar, but he was the one who had a red card!

It's not something you can have with money.

Rebecca opened her mouth, but Oliver gently held her arm, stopping her.

She frowned a little. but her words faltered when she met Oliver’s cold, intimidating gaze.

Despite his calm demeanor, almost immediately change in the atmosphere.

Denver and Jay both shifted uncomfortably, recalling the pressure they felt from Oliver earlier.


It was clear now that it wasn't a coincidence.

But Trisha, was too caught up in the joy of humiliating Rebecca to notice the changing atmosphere in the room.

“Speechless, huh? Did I hit a nerve?”

Trisha chimed in, pulling Rebecca from her thoughts with a jolt.

She saw Rebecca’s startled reaction as a victory, a smile spreading across her face as she folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“I always thought you were capable, Rebecca. But we all overestimated your business skills, didn’t we?” Trisha taunted, her smirk growing more arrogant.

“I can’t help but wonder what you and Oliver do behind closed doors!”

Rebecca glanced at Oliver's calm face, remembering how he had acted and dressed earlier.

She suspected he preferred to stay low-key, avoiding the spotlight.

So, she simply smiled and replied,

“You don’t know anything about him. If you keep making baseless accusations, you might find yourself with a court summons.”

Jay chuckled and turned to Oliver.

“Know nothing? Why don’t you be a man, stop pretending, and say something?”

Oliver set his glass on a nearby table.

Ignoring Jay, he looked at Rebecca and said,

“Honey, it seems like dogs are barking here. Let’s find somewhere else to drink in peace.”