"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
Everyone was stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Timothy, who had been threatening to beat Oliver senseless just moments ago, was now kneeling before him!“What the hell is going on?” Trisha asked, staring at Timothy in disbelief. “Why’s he kneeling instead of pounding him?”“I have no damn clue… but this is humiliating!” Jay spat, his jaw clenched. “What’s going on inside that idiot’s head?”“Unbelievable… He even slapped both of you,” Sabrina muttered, glancing at the red marks on Jay’s and Denver’s faces.Denver stayed silent, fists clenched and teeth gritted. The public humiliation burned into him—something he couldn’t easily let go.Sabrina’s gaze shifted back to Timothy, her brow furrowed. “What the hell? Didn’t he recognize you two? Sure, he works in the underworld, but you’re both richer than him!”Jay didn’t respond. It was true, but here, it wasn’t about wealth—it was about influence and power. And in that regard, Timothy outranked them.“Sir Oliver… I’ll apologize
Trisha and Sabrina stood off to the side, eyes wide with terror as they watched Timothy beat Denver and Jay to a pulp.“My gosh, Trisha… What do we do?” Sabrina whispered, her hands trembling. “Should we try to stop him… or just get out of here?”“We can’t leave, Sab,” Trisha replied, voice low. “Denver might break up with me if I ditch him now. Besides, aren’t you trying to seduce Jay?”Sabrina nodded, managing a faint smirk. “I am, but if someone richer comes along, he’s out the door.”Trisha shook her head with a smile. “Keep dreaming. But until that happens, you’re stuck with Jay and his wallet.”“Right,” Sabrina said, though her face twisted in discomfort as she glanced back at Timothy. “But this… this is terrifying.”They watched in uneasy silence, thankful Timothy’s fury was aimed solely at Denver and Jay. They knew Timothy’s reputation—no one, not even women, was exempt from his wrath if they got in his way. All they could do was endure the scene.After what felt like an eter
“And why would you do that?” Rebecca asked, suspicious.Jay sighed, giving her a sad smile. “I owe you an apology, too. For how I used to act. I chased you around for so long, not accepting that you didn’t feel the same.”He leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers. “So now, I’d like to make it up to you instead.”His voice was calm, but something dark lingered beneath his words. But Rebecca failed to recognize it.“Fine,” she said, a small smile returning. “But just a light one.”Jay grinned and ordered a light drink from the bartender, who quickly prepared it and passed the glass to him.“Hey, I think you got a text,” Jay said, nodding toward her phone. “The screen lit up.”Rebecca picked it up, frowning. “No notification here. Maybe you’re just seeing things.”Jay shrugged. “Maybe I am. Anyway, here’s your drink.” He slid the glass toward her and raised his own. “Cheers?” Jay asked, smiling.Rebecca clinked her glass with his. “Cheers.”They both took a sip, and Rebecca finished he
Oliver looked a bit rough around the edges.He was wearing a tank top soaked with sweat, his sunburned skin and solid muscles on display.Over his shoulders, he balanced two heavy crates filled with fish, easily over 300 pounds between them. Yet, he moved with an effortless stride.Out of nowhere, a rock flew through the air, landing right by his foot and causing him to pause.It had to be those lazy coworkers of his, who always dumped the hardest jobs on him.Before he could spot the culprit, the market boss, Anthony, roared out from across the way.“Oliver! You think I pay you to slack off during work hours?”Yep, Oliver couldn’t even deserver a minute to catch his breath. To Anthony, he was no more than a workhorse.And it wasn’t just Anthony—everyone in town saw him the same way.For two reasons: First, he was an outsider.Second, the real kicker, he’d married the town’s richest beauty, Trisha Henverton.She wasn’t from some grand family, but around here, she was still a step above