Madam President stood there, staring at Oliver with a look of disbelief mixed with relief. She couldn't believe it. After all these years of searching, she had finally found her son.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she softly whispered, "I never thought I'd see you again, Oliver. I thought I'd lost you forever."
Her voice cracked, the weight of everything she'd been through hitting her all at once. "But here you are. After all this time, you're here."
Oliver's heart raced, his head spinning. He couldn't understand what was happening. Everything he had believed, everything he had been told, was being turned upside down.
Oliver’s confusion grew as the weight of the situation sank in. His mind raced, trying to piece everything together.
“How did I end up at the orphanage then?” he demanded, his voice edged with frustration and pain. “You’re saying you never gave up on me, but how did they tell me I was an orphan? Who did this to me?”
Madam President’s face darkened, her expression shifting to something more solemn. She took a deep breath before beginning her explanation, her voice soft but heavy with the truth.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When you were younger, everything was... complicated. There were people who didn’t want us together, people who wanted to see me fall. Political opponents. They saw you as a threat.”
She paused, her eyes clouding over with memories she’d tried to forget. “We were targeted. They wanted to use you as leverage against me, to destroy everything I worked for."
She continued, "They were ruthless. In the chaos that followed, the violence... it was all out of control. My enemies, those who wanted to bring me down, saw you as the perfect weapon.”
“After things turned bloody, we had no choice. We had to flee. Your life was at risk. We couldn’t keep you safe if they knew where you were. I had to make the hardest decision of my life—I had to let them take you.
"They moved you to the orphanage, and I was left with nothing but the hope that one day, I would find you again.”
Oliver’s chest tightened as the reality of her words settled in. He could feel the anguish in her voice, the weight of the years of separation. “So you never knew where I was?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
“No,” she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never knew. I had to watch from a distance, always wondering if you were okay, if you were even alive. Every day was torture. But I kept going. I couldn’t give up.”
She continued, "After everything was over, I went to the orphanage to take you back, but you were nowhere to be found. I searched for you everywhere but to no avail. But I was convinced that I'm going to find you one day."
Oliver sat there, stunned, as the pieces of his past started to fall into place. The orphanage, the feeling of abandonment, the unanswered questions—they all made sense now. His mother had been fighting for him, even when he didn’t know it.
“I’m sorry, Oliver,” she whispered, her hand gently resting on his. “I never wanted this for you. I only wanted you to be safe.”
As he tried to gather his thoughts, Madam President’s eyes fell on the side of his neck. There, just barely visible, was a small birthmark. Her hand trembled as she reached for it, and her breath caught in her throat when she realized what it meant.
“This mark... This is... it’s you.” Her voice trembled with shock and awe.
Oliver was still groggy from the pain and the blood loss, but when the doctor spoke, he could hear the seriousness in his voice.
"He needs rest," the doctor said firmly. "Too many questions right now will only stress him out. He’s lost a lot of blood, and we need to make sure he’s stable before anything else."
Madam President nodded quickly, not able to hide her excitement. "Of course, I understand," she said, trying to calm herself. "But I’m just so relieved he’s okay. I can’t believe it’s really him."
The doctor gave her a gentle smile. "He’ll be fine, but let him rest. His body needs to recover."
The next morning, Madam President wasted no time and quickly requested that Oliver be discharged. The doctor and the hospital staff rushed to make sure everything was in order—papers, medication, and everything he needed to fully recover. Once they were ready, she led Oliver outside.
As they stepped out into the daylight, Oliver’s eyes were met with a sight that almost made him stop in his tracks.
The sun was bright, and outside the hospital were rows of stunning cars—three of them in particular stood out. A convoy of Rolls-Royce. It looked like something straight out of a movie. Oliver could hardly believe it. Was this really happening?
As they walked toward the cars, the doors were opened for them, and Oliver felt like he was in a dream. He turned to Madam President, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Is this real?” he asked, his voice trembling with surprise.
Madam President smiled gently, her expression soft. "It’s real, Oliver. You’ve just stepped into a life you never imagined. No more struggles, no more pain. This is the world of luxury and fame. Welcome to it."
Oliver’s heart raced. He had no words for what was happening. All he could do was stare in awe at the cars and the life that now seemed to be waiting for him. It felt like a whole new beginning.

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As the tension in the bank reached its boiling point, the crowd's skepticism toward Oliver was palpable. Mocking comments, sneers, and the occasional jeer could be heard as people prepared to witness what they believed would be Oliver’s inevitable humiliation. Fueled by the man's relentless taunts, the crowd was growing increasingly rowdy, with onlookers closing in to watch the drama unfold.Just as the noise escalated into a near ruckus, a calm yet authoritative voice cut through the chaos, silencing the clamor. Heads turned as the source of the voice emerged from the crowd. A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, carrying an air of authority, walked briskly toward the commotion. His brow furrowed with surprise and disapproval as he took in the chaotic scene around him.It was the bank manager.Immediately, the employee who had been leading the charge against Oliver, along with the two security guards, straightened up, their faces lighting up with a mixture of relief and anticipation.
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Oliver replied, his voice edged with a mix of anger and frustration. "This isn't about pretense or trying to impress anyone. It's about class—and class is earned based on contribution to society, something I don’t expect you to know anything about." He shot the man a sharp look, his patience wearing thin.As Oliver’s words hung in the air, the crowd’s reactions immediately followed, sparking a flurry of murmurs and amusing comments."Contribution to society? What’s he even talking about?""Look at him, acting like some big shot. What’s he done for anyone?""Bet his ‘contributions’ are as fake as that card!"A middle-aged man near the back chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, please, this guy? Contributing? More like he’s contributing to wasting our time."Another voice piped up, "Probably donated his old clothes to a thrift store and thinks he’s saving the world."The well-dressed woman from earlier sneered, "This is just embarrassing. What kind of contribution could he possibly be talking a
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As Oliver's words lingered in the air, murmurs spread among the queue of onlookers. Intrigued by his claim of being an SVIP, they began making snide remarks under their breath."SVIP? Ha, in those clothes?" a man in a tailored grey suit scoffed, adjusting his expensive watch. "He looks like he can’t even afford lunch, let alone hold a VIP status.""Is he out of his mind?" a woman in a sleek red dress muttered, rolling her eyes. "This isn't some backstreet store where you can play pretend.""Honestly, the nerve of some people," another person added, clearly irritated. "We’ve all been waiting in line, and now this guy wants special treatment?"The employee, emboldened by the growing discontent from the crowd, let out a derisive laugh. Her mocking tone cut through the noise. "Sir, I suggest you leave now before we’re forced to take more serious measures against you." Her eyes gleamed with the thrill of asserting authority, and her words carried a veiled threat.As if on cue, two fierce-
Chapter 60
A few days later, In the middle of a stressful morning at work, Oliver decided he needed a break. His mind had been racing with problems and new developments from the news from luminary Industries, and unwinding with some food seemed like a good way to clear his headHe drove to a nearby restaurant, the streets quiet compared to the chaos inside his mind. Just as he was nearing the restaurant, his phone chimed.He glanced at the screen, a message. It was from the orphanage, a gentle reminder about the upcoming fundraiser. A flicker of warmth spread through him as he recalled his recent visit.After enjoying a meal at the restaurant, the urge to make sure everything was in place for the orphanage event nagged at him. He decided to stop by the bank to withdraw some cash, not just for the fundraiser but for his own expenses as well. His focus shifted to the task at hand, and he drove straight to "Imperial Trust Bank," a high-end international financial institution renowned for its exclu
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Lila's face turned a deep shade of red, her anger bubbling to the surface. She opened her mouth to retort, but no words came out. The sting of Anita's words cut deep, leaving her seething with rage and embarrassment. She could only watch, helpless and fuming, as Oliver and Anita walked away, leaving her and her companion in the wreckage of their shattered pride.As they exited the store, Oliver couldn't help but relish in the moment. The bewilderment, the disbelief, the raw anger—it all gave him goosebumps. He smiled to himself, satisfied that he had once again proven his doubters wrong. With Anita by his side and the memory of Lila's stunned expression etched in his mind, Oliver felt a sense of triumph that would stay with him for a long time.As Oliver drove through the city streets, the sun was beginning to set, he had just dropped Anita off at her house, and as he headed back home, he found his thoughts drifting. The day had been a whirlwind of unexpected events, and he felt th
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The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as the final figure was announced. Lila’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling at the sheer audacity of it all. How could this be happening? Oliver was supposed to be the pauper here, the one barely scraping by, not the one making extravagant purchases without a second thought.Meanwhile, Anita’s smile grew even wider, a mix of disbelief and glee painted across her face. To her, it felt as though she had won the jackpot, her wildest dreams unfolding right before her eyes.Oliver, however, merely smiled sheepishly, his calm demeanor unshaken by the staggering total. He turned to Anita and said, "I hope you’re satisfied with your picks. Let’s get these wrapped up."At the same time, When the assistant called out the total—$350,000—the shock on Lila and her companion’s faces was almost palpable. Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief, her carefully calculated confidence beginning to unravel as she processed the staggering figure. The man bes
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