Oliver had booked a penthouse, not to flex his wealth, but because it was the safest, and it was also the room Ryan recommended.Still, he checked every part of that room, whether there were hidden cameras, suspicious things, or even a bomb that could kill him on the spot.“None.” Oliver sighed in relief, seeing that nothing could bring him harm.That was the moment he could finally place his luggage on the side and sit on the edge of the bed, his breath panting.There was still the adrenaline from earlier, and no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t get his mind off it, especially with what he shared.Suddenly, his phone rang, which snapped Oliver from his thoughts for a moment.“Ryan,” Oliver spoke upon answering the call.“One of my people informed me that you’re already at the hotel,” Ryan said on the other line, his tone ingratiating yet still authoritative. “How’s the penthouse to your liking?”“It’s great,” Oliver answered, his tone laced with sincerity. “Also safe. The

Those words piqued Oliver’s curiosity. So, with his brows furrowing, he asked, “How?”Rebecca looked at Nate, as if she was saying that it wasn’t her story to tell.Nate cleared his throat and drank his beer. Unlike what Oliver was expecting, Nate looked smug, feeling proud of what he was about to tell him.“Well, you know that as I climbed the corporate ladder at Williams Corporation, I somehow dealt with the toxic employees there,” Nate stated.Oliver nodded. “Of course. Even when we’re working at the wet market before, we experienced that,” he said.“Right.” Nate agreed. “And one time, I noticed that there were discrepancies with the company’s funds. It wasn’t matching accurately with the statements, which immediately gave me suspicions about something.”He paused, then spoke again, “Someone’s stealing the company funds. And I need to know who it was.”“So, what did you do?” Oliver asked, his interest getting bigger now.Nate didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned on the cha

Oliver stayed behind for a second, finishing his drink in one gulp before slowly standing up.He glanced down at Trisha, who was doing her best to maintain calm, yet her expression barely contained fury.“You should leave too, Trisha,” Oliver said, his voice cold and emotionless. “Before you embarrass yourself even more.”Without waiting for her response, he turned and followed after Nate and Rebecca, leaving Trisha to stew in the humiliation she brought upon herself.Trisha sat frozen for a moment, anger burning beneath her forced smile.However, as she spotted Oliver’s back disappearing into the crowd, panic flashed in her eyes. He’s the main reason why she was here. She can’t just let her leave!She jumped up from her seat and hurried after him."Oliver! Oliver, wait!" she called out, catching some of the customers’ attention, especially when she pushed some of them just to weave through the bar’s crowd. “Excuse me!”One of the women she pushed stumbled on the ground, and she looke

Oliver remained on his seat, pondering.‘Pushing her harder would just make her babble nonsense,’ he thought, his brows furrowing deeply. ‘But letting her go now could mean losing the lead he needed.’And he’s not the type to let go of the opportunity, especially if it was already in front of him.He needed a plan, quickly. And he knew just how to bait her. Which is to let her want more, and he just knew what she wanted: Him.His money, to be exact.With a slow, deliberate smile, Oliver poured another drink and pushed it toward her. Although he already has an idea that Trisha was almost on the edge, he won’t stop.Because his gut was telling him that something was fishy, but he just didn’t know what exactly that was.“Alright, Trisha," Oliver said smoothly, agreeing with her condition. "You want a dance? Finish this first."If she wanted to play, he’d play.But only until she gave him everything.Trisha’s eyes gleamed with joy at the offered drink and the dance they’ll do later, as if

The disgust and anger radiated through Oliver’s eyes, which was something Trisha wasn’t expecting to see.Although they had a fake marriage for the last few years, it was the first time they kissed. Mainly because Trisha doesn’t want to do it.And now, Trisha expected that Oliver would feel happy. That he was finally able to taste her… So why does it look like he wanted to kill her with his gaze?“What’s wrong?” Trisha asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Didn’t you like it because I drank too much alcohol? Is that the reason your brows were furrowed like that—”Before Trisha could finish her sentence, Oliver suddenly held the collar of her shirt, slamming her to a car, their faces having a few distance against each other.It was full of tension, but not in the way Trisha hoped. Because this kind of tension was the one that could kill her. Literally.“Don’t say something like that to my wife again, or I might forget that you’re a woman, Henverton,” Oliver growled, his voice laced