Veronica still sneered at him. "What, you think you’re going to get me scared with that dummy call? You’ll regret this. I’ll have you both kicked out so fast—”But James didn’t respond. He just stared at her, his posture still calm, but the tension in his shoulders said it all. The game was over.Less than a minute later, the elevator dinged open, and a man quickly rushed toward them. He was tall, sharp-looking, with a neat suit and a no-nonsense vibe.His tie was crisp, his expression focused, and his pace was quick, like someone who was used to handling business fast.As soon as the receptionist saw him, she straightened up and tried to greet him, “Good morning, Director Montgomery.”But he didn’t even spare her a glance. He went straight to James, his eyes cold and professional.James, watching the whole scene, couldn’t help but mutter sarcastically, “Well, looks like Mediacorp has top-notch management here.” His voice oozed with irony.Veronica, still smirking, turned to the direc

Oliver continued, his tone sharpening. “A toxic atmosphere doesn’t just appear out of nowhere, Mr. Montgomery. It thrives in the absence of accountability, in the shadow of weak leadership.You allowed this. You encouraged it, even if indirectly. That is the truth, isn’t it?”Montgomery’s face twisted in a mixture of shame and regret. His voice wavered as he admitted, “You’re right, Mr. Donovan. I… I’ve failed in my duties as director. I should have been more vigilant, more in control.""I allowed the wrong people to shape the culture of this company. For that, I take full responsibility.”Oliver leaned forward slightly, his presence commanding.“Responsibility is one thing. Action is another. If you’re truly willing to adjust, to prove you still have a place here, then it starts with earning back the trust of those who have lost faith in you. Myself included.”Montgomery nodded vigorously, desperation creeping into his voice.“I’ll do whatever it takes, sir. Whatever you need from me

Ethan, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped in. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his voice firm but calm.Marcus turned to him, smirking. “Oh, look, his little bodyguard. What are you going to do, Ethan? Cry for him?”Ethan didn’t waver. “I don’t need to do anything. Oliver’s more of a man than you’ll ever be, Marcus. That’s why he doesn’t need to stoop to your level.”Marcus and his lackeys, still eager to humiliate Oliver, adjusted their suits with exaggerated flair. They leaned back, flashing their expensive watches as if they were trophies.“Oh, Oliver,” Marcus began, his smirk returning. “Since we’re all catching up, let me remind you who you’re dealing with.""I’m Marcus Grant, head of operations at Grant Industries. Ever heard of it? Of course, you haven’t. It’s probably out of your league.”One of his cronies, a tall man with slicked-back hair, chimed in. “And I’m Jason. Regional manager at Lexor Enterprises. You know, the kind of place that requires tal

The room laughed, but Oliver, who had been observing from the sidelines, felt the familiar weight of disdain. His jaw clenched, but he remained silent, letting their arrogant display wash over him without a word.The MC motioned for silence. “Next, we have a different kind of recognition this evening. It’s time for our fundraiser. As you know, this event isn’t just about catching up—it’s about giving back.”A box was placed at the center of the room, with people starting to make donations through their phones, transferring money to the cause.But it was clear the fundraiser was almost an afterthought, a distraction to the real spectacle of the evening: the self-congratulation of those at the top.Oliver watched from a distance, alone, away from the crowds. The evening was becoming a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and empty promises.Even Ethan, who had invited him, was deep in conversation with old friends, too caught up in his own fun to notice Oliver retreating into himself.Th

Ethan, meanwhile, was frozen in his seat, his eyes wide with shock. His glass hovered midair, forgotten, as he tried to process what he had just witnessed.He knew Oliver had been through a lot, but this, this was beyond anything he had expected.Slowly, a proud, almost incredulous smile began to form on his face as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amazement. "Unbelievable," he murmured under his breath.As the reality of Oliver’s monumental donation sank in, the teachers who had spent the evening berating him could no longer hold his gaze.Their faces flushed with embarrassment as they stared at the ground, pretending to busy themselves with their drinks.But one of them, Mrs. Harper, shameless as ever, straightened her posture and strode toward Oliver with a sly smile, clearly trying to twist the narrative."Well, Oliver," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity, "I always knew you had… potential. I mean, I might have been a bit harsh back then, but it was only