Chapter 18: Elevator Card

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

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