Jay swallowed hard, realizing there was no way out.With no choice but to accept it, he turned and slunk away.He didn’t dare defy Ryan. Sticking around after this would only make things worse, a slap in his own face.As Jay disappeared, Ryan’s usual calm smile returned.“Remember,” he said, “Everyone here is a guest, no matter their status. If something like this happens again, I won’t hesitate to step in.”A murmur rippled through the guests.They exchanged tense glances, the kind of silent, nervous conversation that followed any reminder of Ryan’s influence.He was a force few dared to cross—a single word from him could move mountains, shake governments, and, some said, even trigger strikes at his command.But here he was, exercising his power over… a petty insult?“Please, just enjoy the party.” Ryan continued, a glimmer of lightness in his voice. “Tonight marks the thirtieth gathering I’ve hosted here, and I’d like it to be a night we all remember fondly.”Hearing this, the crowd
With the shadowy figure from earlier gone, Oliver gave a slight nod. “Alright.”“Thank you. Please, follow me,” Ryan said, his tone polite but firm.Oliver followed Ryan into a private meeting room.The space was elegant, with marble floors and walls adorned with expensive paintings.It wasn’t overly flashy, but the simplicity only added to its sophistication.Ryan glanced around the room before speaking. “I know this might seem suspicious, but I mean no harm,” he reassured Oliver, locking eyes with him. “I brought you here because what I’m about to say is confidential.”Oliver’s brow furrowed slightly. “What is it?”Without another word, Ryan picked up a brown envelope from the table and handed it to him. “Here.”Oliver opened the envelope and began sifting through the documents inside.His frown deepened as he realized the papers were related to a weapons manufacturing company.“These are the findings from the investigation you asked me to carry out,” Ryan explained, pointing at the
Oliver felt his chest tightening. His steps were slow, deliberate, trying to make sense of the tension bubbling inside him. From a distance, he overheard bits of the conversation.“Yes, she’s working hard in the capital,” Zayne was saying, his smile wide and confident. “She’s just as determined and competent as you.”Rebecca smiled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Zayne.”“You’re welcome,” Zayne replied, his eyes drifting toward Oliver as he approached. “I should be going, Rebecca. See you around.”By the time Oliver reached them, Zayne was already walking away. His eyes lingered on the empty space Zayne had occupied, but quickly shifted to Rebecca.“Why were you talking to Zayne?” He asked, his tone sharper than he intended.Rebecca blinked, surprised by the question. “He’s a guest—and an important one at that. He wanted to ask me some questions about the umbrella bank,” She replied, her tone polite but slightly guarded. “Is something wrong?”
Jay ended the call. When he turned around, he saw Oliver staring at him.His eyes narrowed, and disgust flashed across his face.“What are you doing here, bastard?” Jay sneered.Oliver raised an eyebrow, unfazed.“I should ask you the same thing. Why are you here, shithead?”Jay’s jaw dropped.“W-What did you just call me?”“You heard me,” Oliver said, his voice low and steady. “A shithead. It suits you.”Jay’s face twisted in anger, his fists clenched.“Take it back! How dare you call me that? You even don't deserve to lick my shoes!”Oliver shook his head, barely blinking at Jay’s attempts to intimidate him.“What kind of man talks about swapping girlfriends like they’re trading cards? You and Denver? You’re both shitheads.”Jay’s fury flared.“I’ll make sure Denver hears about this!”“Go ahead,” Oliver replied with a shrug. “Tell him.”Jay fumbled for his phone, rage boiling over.“Let’s see how brave you are when I call someone to deal with you!”Before Jay could press a button, a
“The higher you go, the more important people you’ll meet. To access any floors above the second, you’ll need to swipe your card,” The receptionist explained, her smile warm as she handed Oliver his card.“Each floor has a different card for security,” She added, her gaze shifting to him.Oliver nodded, accepting the card. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome, sir,” she replied, then turned to Jay and Sabrina. “Hello, sir, ma’am. How can I assist you today?”“We’re here to meet Ryan Williams about a business proposal,” Sabrina said, her tone dripping with arrogance.“Just a moment,” the receptionist typed swiftly on her keyboard. “I see your appointment here, but you’ll be meeting with Ma’am Katarina, one of the business executives.”Sabrina’s face fell. “What? We wanted to meet Ryan Williams directly! Why can’t we see him?”“What? However, the business proposal we prepared was intended for Ryan Williams. Why can’t we meet him?” Sabrina asked.“I apologize, but all business proposals a
The elevator doors slid open at the top floor, revealing a sleek, modern office space. A man in his thirties, sharply dressed and exuding confidence, greeted them. “Good morning, Sir. Are you Oliver Hunt?”“Yeah, that’s me,” Oliver replied, gesturing to Nate beside him. “This is my friend. We’re here for a job interview as instructed by Ryan Williams.”“Sir Ryan has briefed me. Right this way,” The man said with a welcoming smile.As they followed him into a lavish room that resembled a high-end hotel suite, Nate’s eyes widened in disbelief. The white and gold decor radiated luxury and authority. “Is this really the interview room?” He whispered, glancing around, his excitement barely contained.“This is the meeting room for VVIP. Sir Ryan instructed me to negotiate here,” The man informed, seeing the confusion in Nate’s eyes.Nate’s eyes and mouth widened, astounded at what he heard.“I’m just going for a job interview, yet they brought us to a special room like this?” Nate
"Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I?" Oliver replied with a confident smile. “You’ve got the experience, and you have the education. You were only working at the wet market to support Chris.”“That’s true…” Nate muttered, eyes downcast.“This job isn’t anything new to you, and Kevin saw your potential. Maybe it’s time you see it in yourself too,” Oliver encouraged.Nate’s voice held a mix of excitement and disbelief. “It’s still hard to believe… With this salary, I won’t have to go back to the wet market. I can pay for Chris’ chemo, maybe even find a specialist.”Oliver patted Nate’s shoulder, smiling. “You can finally give Chris everything he needs. No more scraping by—get what you want.”“I will.” Nate’s eyes turned misty with gratitude. “Thank you, my friend. Once I’ve proven myself here, I’ll return the favor and recommend you…”Nate paused, realizing. “Wait, you’re the one who got me this job. Why haven’t you done the same for yourself?”Oliver chuckled. “Because I already have some
Trisha glanced up at Denver, sipping her wine leisurely. “Who again? Oliver?” she asked, following his gaze to the counter. There, she spotted Oliver, drinking alone.“What the hell? Did he just drink all that?” she muttered, eyes widening as she looked at the empty glasses in front of him. “Since when did he become a heavy drinker?”“Doesn’t matter, Trisha,” Denver replied, gritting his teeth. “What’s that loser doing in a high-end bar like this?”“Right! How did he even get in? He doesn’t have a penny to spare!” Sabrina, who’d been tipsy moments ago, seemed instantly sober at the mention of Oliver’s name. She rolled her eyes in disgust. “Great. Of all people, he had to show up here. Talk about ruining my night!”Jay felt the same frustration. He’d been working on getting Sabrina drunk enough to come home with him, but Oliver’s presence was throwing off his plan.‘That bastard,’ Jay thought angrily.He hadn’t forgotten how Oliver humiliated him at William Corporation. The only rea
“What’s happening?” Trisha asked the bank teller, her brows furrowing.“I’m sorry, Ms. Trisha,” the bank teller said, sliding the necklace in front of her, “but you can’t withdraw the money even with the necklace present.”Trisha’s eyes widened, her hands slamming the desk in shock. “What? But I was told that it was written in the contract! What nonsense are you saying now?!”“The necklace is not the only thing you need, Ms. Trisha,” the bank teller explained, her eyes fixated on the screen. “You only need Mr. Oliver’s consent as well.”“O-Oliver’s what?” Trisha blinked in shock and clenched her fists. “That motherfucker stole my father’s necklace. And now, you’re telling me I need his consent?”“It wasn’t stolen. Mr. Cole Henverton really gave it to him.”The bank teller moved her monitor, making Trisha and Carolina see what was on her screen.“According to this, Mr. Cole placed Mr. Oliver as the necklace’s owner, which technically would be the same for the savings account…” she said
Upon leaving the restaurant, Trisha went to an ally and called Carolina’s number with a smile.“Mom!” Trisha said as Carolina answered the call. “I have good news!”“You brat, can’t you lower your tone?” Carolina said, slightly pulling the phone from her ear. “Anyway, what is it? Why do you sound so happy?”“I got Dad’s necklace!” she said, giggling. “I never thought Oliver would dare steal something like this, but it’s not important now.”“Wait… What?” Carolina blinked in surprise.She stopped what she was doing—cleaning her nails while watching a soap opera on the television—and focused her entire attention on Trisha.“Oliver stole a necklace? And your father’s necklace, to top it all?” Carolina asked in disbelief.“Yes, Mom. I don’t know how he did that, though,” Trisha sneered. “But Mom, can you believe it? This necklace could withdraw money from Dad's savings account.”Trisha smiled, feeling the necklace in her hand.On the other hand, Carolina was shocked by the revelations. “Wh
“POOR GIRL! After all her family did for him, this is what she’ll receive?”“Right! Like, how shameless can he be, walking around with stolen jewelry?”“If I were her, I’d call the police. Thieves like him deserve to be punished!”The restaurant buzzed with murmurs and sharp whispers, each word cutting deeper than the last. All eyes bore into Oliver with judgment, their gazes heavy with disdain.Trisha stood before him, her stance confident, her smirk betraying the satisfaction she felt. The audience was hers, and she knew it. ‘That’s what you get for humiliating me, Oliver!’With that situation, Trisha expected Oliver to be caught off-guard, especially on the way she confronted him.But to her shock, Oliver didn’t even flinch.His eyes narrowed, his expression steely as he stood his ground. “Trisha,” he began, his voice steady and cold, slicing through the noise. “What proof do you have that I stole it?”The room stilled, the weight of his question silencing the crowd momentarily.
TRISHA BLINKED her eyes twice and chuckled in disbelief.“The police…” she said, her tone barely in a whisper. “Just who are you trying to threaten, huh?”Oliver’s lips curved into a smirk, his gaze cold. “No threats, Trisha. Just a fact.”He leaned in slightly, narrowing his distance with Trisha.“Keep testing me, and we’ll see if truth will prevail,” Oliver warned, his tone dangerously low. “I’ve got nothing to lose now. Can you say the same?”Trisha’s mocking smile faltered, and the confidence in her eyes wavered for the first time.She realized Oliver was right. Everyone knew him as a worthless and pathetic man. He has nothing to lose… Unlike her.And she can’t afford to lose anything, especially not now that Denver’s was on the verge of breaking off their relationship.Seeing the change in Trisha’s reaction, Oliver smirked. “I guess you returned to your senses now.”Trisha’s mouth opened to retort, but no words came out. Without another glance, Oliver walked away, leaving her tr
The man bolted upright, shock flashing across his face. “Everyone? From The Phantom Order?”“Yes, Sir,” one of his men confirmed. “Not just that—the headquarters was destroyed with explosives. No survivors.”The man clenched his jaw, his mind racing. ‘The Phantom Order, one of the most feared groups in the country, was wiped out just like that?’‘The Phantom Order members, one of the best gangs in this country, were eliminated in a snap?’“They were slaughtered,” added the voice on the other end, low and grave. “And I saw people cleaning up. Judging by their uniforms and equipment, they came from the capital.”Hearing those words, the man paused, then spoke. “Any idea who’s behind this?”“I don’t…” he muttered. “But I’ve received some intel. I’m not sure whether to believe it or not.”His voice was slightly stammering.The hesitation in the voice drew the man’s eyebrows together. “Who?”After a sharp inhale, the voice answered, “They said it was Zero.”“Zero?” The man forced a laugh.
“GOOD,” Oliver answered and ended the call.He slid the phone into his pocket and looked outside the window. Oliver hoped that the clear, night sky would help him relax. But it didn’t.Tons of questions formed in Oliver’s mind, including the sweet, gentle voice he heard in his mind earlier.“I know you won’t hurt me.”Strangely, that voice gives him warmth and motivation—That everything will be alright.But whose voice did it come from?“Hmmm…” Rebecca groaned, snapping Oliver back to his senses.Oliver went to Rebecca and held his hand. “I&rsquo
OLIVER BROUGHT Rebecca to a hospital. He called Melissa to help him hide this from anyone, avoiding the reporters to swarm in their location.Now, Rebecca was resting in a VIP room, while Oliver and Melissa were on the corner. They prevented making a loud sound that could hinder Rebecca from resting.“I talked with the doctor earlier. He said that Rebecca is already fine; she just needs to rest from exhaustion,” Melissa informed. “Also, the doctor gave her medicine, and she will return to her normal state once she wakes up.”Hearing those words made Oliver sigh in relief.At the same time, he remembered the fear in Rebecca’s eyes while looking at him.“Is something the matter?” Melissa asked, seeing the shift in Oliver’s expression. “If it’s about what happened in the warehouse, I sent personnel to clean them all.”“That’s not it.” Oliver shook his head. “Rebecca saw with her two eyes… how I killed those men.”If something like that happens again, Oliver won’t hesitate to do the same
In a swift motion, Oliver flung the knife aside and grabbed the scarred man by his collar, slamming him against the wall. His fists flew with relentless precision, alternating between the man’s face and stomach.The sickening thuds of impact were accompanied by the man’s groans of pain.“You messed with the wrong person,” Oliver growled, his fist smashing into the man’s nose with a brutal crack. Blood poured freely, and the man’s nose broke under the force. “Don’t bother deciding how you want to die now. I’ll choose for you.”He hurled the man against the wall again, surveying the damage. Broken nose, closed eyes, blood flowing from his mouth—all of it was enough to send a strange satisfaction onto Oliver’s body.“This is for kidnapping Rebecca,” Oliver said, driving his fist into the man’s jaw. “And this is for the order to kill me.” His next punch struck the man’s stomach with bone-crushing force, doubling him over in agony.“And this…” Oliver’s knee slammed into the man’s crotch,
Hearing those words, the man was enraged. His grip on the steel pipe tightened as he swung it on Oliver’s head.“Take this, asshole!” he exclaimed angrily.“Oliver! No!” Rebecca shouted in worry, yet she couldn’t look at the scene.She turned her head away, unable to watch the brutality in front of her.The man’s smirk widened, thinking that he would catch Oliver off-guard with his sudden attack.But to his shock, Oliver raised his arm and grabbed the steel pipe in his hand.“W-What the fuck?” the man grunted in shock as he tried to get it out of Oliver’s grip.However, Oliver