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Naitee read the note and her hand trembled while getting goosebumps. " Babe, don't overthink okay. " Stella tried her best to give comfort to Naitee through her statement but nothing helped. Putting the soft toy and roses in the corner of the hall Naitee put the O- note beside the S- one. ' What is it, SO? ' again thinking deeply Naitee gave up in the end.

“Brother, come with me alone or I will not tell you where the bomb is.” Odell strode inside. Bowman was shocked. “Mr. Carter, stop! Don’t go inside!” Odell ignored him and strode inside without pause.

“Oliver and I got intimate after Bree got depressed. She stopped letting him touch her, and he needed someone by his side.” “Where was Howard during all this?" “He was taking care of a dock issue that Oliver had assigned to him. It was somewhere in Mexico.” I scoffed silently. “So that was a ploy by Oliver to get him out of the picture.” “Olivia…” “It’s okay." I swallowed painfully. “You can continue with your story.” She inhaled deeply. “I slept with Oliver. It happened a few other times, and… Bree started to show signs of losing her sanity.”

Her back was still towards me. “How do you?” I put the bacon down. “How?” “Go take a shower before you come in here touching stuff. We should be done in here by the time you get out.” I walked back to my room. I got in the shower. When I got out and wrapped a towel around me Oliver was just walking into the room. He got down on one knee. “Oliver what are you doing?” “To my love I bless thee with stolen bacon.” He pulls two pieces of bacon from behind his back.

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

“Big Boss! Mr. Eric! You’re here!” Oliver exclaimed, bounding toward them with unrestrained glee. His high-pitched voice carried an unsettling enthusiasm, a jarring contrast to the gruesome scene. “Look, Big Boss, do you like it?” he gestured to the mangled man with the pride of an artist unveiling their masterpiece. His manic grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming with a deranged joy. “This one was fun to play with.” Oliver wasn't someone people could trifle with. He was insane and wouldn't hesitate at the idea of skinning a man alive or brutally mutilating them. As long as it made Damien happy, he would do it.

He looked around for a while and started to type on his computer and also a few things that I didn't quite understand. Oliver is a certified hacker and he knows his way around these things, yes and he is also working as my driver but that's twice a week the rest of the week he is a hacker, a very good one at that. “It was activated just two weeks ago and I have some videos and pictures, would you do the honours sir?” Oliver turned the laptop to me. I stared at him thinking of what he just said, was I even ready???. “I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!”

Oliver had the strength to directly knock off the yellow-haired guy. Allen, who had a range of brows, was surprised to know that Oliver's skills were good, and that they were estimated to be less than his own. "Wow, how are you doing? What's your name, by the way?" Bella's eyes glowed. She was entangled by these young people just now, and she didn't expect Oliver to chase them away and strike Adrian with a punch. "Ha ha! My name is Oliver Hudson." The cool young man laughed. After then, he stopped paying attention to Bella and turned his attention to the direction of the bar.

Elias said. His voice was calm. Too calm. Oliver’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here,” he replied. Elias tilted his head slightly. “Interesting,” he said. A pause. “Because I was thinking the same thing about you.” Oliver didn’t react. Didn’t step back. Didn’t step forward. He just stood there. Holding his ground. “You said it was over,” Oliver said. Elias smiled faintly. “I never said that.” Another pause. “You just decided it was.”

“Good job. That's the kind of route we need to run if our opponent keeps blitzing us. It'll throw them off every time.” Oliver nodded, pushing his blonde hair across his forehead. He was sweaty and looked sexier than ever. Elsie thought he looked even better in his football uniform than he had in his cowboy outfit on the night of their first date. It suited him in a way the country clothing didn't.