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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
Unfazed by the intimidation, Oliver lifted his chin slightly, meeting each of their eyes before settling his gaze on Timothy. “Rebecca’s not some prize you get to decide on,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “She can make her own choices. If she didn’t want to be around me, she’d say it herself.” Of course, Rebecca wasn’t really his girlfriend, but something didn’t sit right about this setup. She’d always been there to help him, and he’d be damned if he let them pull her into their twisted games. Timothy’s grip on the bat tightened, his face darkening. “This isn’t up for debate, you freak. A worthless piece of crap like you doesn’t deserve to be with her.” From the corner, Trisha crossed her arms with a smirk. “Right! You don’t deserve to be with anyone!” She gave him a look of pure contempt. “All you do is weigh people down. You really think you matter here?” Denver chuckled darkly. “Let him keep thinking he’s got a shot. Sooner or later, he’ll realize he bit off more
Rebecca gulped, feeling a little uneasy.‘A woman? And Commander?’ she thought, confused. ‘I haven’t dialed the wrong number, have I?’“Hello?” Rebecca asked, her tone low. “I’m not sure who else to call. It’s about Oliver. Did I… call the right person?”Melissa, who was currently working on the Legion, shifted in her seat. She leaned back, becoming more attentive. “Yes, you did. What happened to him?”“Timothy took him to the bar where we are right now. This is technically his territory, so I don’t have any idea who to ask for help,” Rebecca replied, panic evident in her voice. “I don’t know where exactly they are right now, so I don’t have a full idea of what’s happening. But… I think he’s going to hurt him. Maybe worse.”Silence settled on the other end.For a moment, Rebecca’s heart sank, half-expecting the woman to brush her off. But then Melissa spoke, her voice low and firm. “Alright. Thank you for calling me. I know what to do.”Rebecca smiled in relief. “Thank you. He’s at