Novel & Cerita Oliver And Company Perfect Isn't Easy

" That's -" " not possible ?" finished Jacob with a mocking sneer " you have no idea what's possible in this world , Bella . Everyone are not as kind as you , my father for instance , he loves his reputation , his image like he never loved his children . His company , his business is his literal God , he won't accept anything less than perfect , and why will her ? it will taint his shining armour wouldn't it ?"

I say and Adrian glares at Andrea. She looks up from Levi's phone which she is holding. ”Oh, no wonder it tasted pretty weird”. She says as she cringes. I let at out a laugh, so does Matteo and Mariquita. Levi just looks at us, not getting what is going on. “I know that you did this intentionally Andy”. Adrian tells her as he picks up the cup of smoothie and shakes it. “It tastes weird but you finished it”. “Of course I did. Just take the other one”.

I asked the System, "So, what am I supposed to do now?" "You must make sure the male lead understands that you don't love him anymore. This mission is considered a complete success once his obsession with you is entirely crushed. I'll grant you an additional bonus after you've completed this mission." At the mention of a bonus, I agreed without a second thought. "Fine. Send me back." The next second, the sharp tang of disinfectant rushed up my nose, and Noah's ecstatic shout rang in my ears. "Dad! Mom's fingers just twitched!"

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

Oliver says closing the door and coming towards us. I keep looking at him, my mouth watering, Oliver's suit is beautiful and a more perfect man is about to be born, I see in my peripheral vision the deception almost running away and when Oliver reaches me we laugh, I know it seems evil, but for love, if Stephan had a shred of shame on his face he would have already disappeared from my life. I go up to my floor with Oliver and when we arrive, everyone goes to their room, I open the laptop and start working with gusto, it seems like everything is beautiful today, even the day outside is perfect

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

However, his mind was troubled by the fact that the company's products were made from inferior materials, reminding him of the fake products from the Miller Corporation. Could Timbergale Corporation be a shady company? If so, Frederick wouldn't continue working there. … Back at the office, Frederick noticed Olivia sitting at her desk, her usual cheerfulness replaced by a forlorn expression. He quietly approached from behind and asked, "Olivia, what's got you down?" Olivia turned around in surprise, her face brightening when she saw Frederick. "Frederick, you're back safe and sound!" Her exclamation caught the attention of the rest of the office. Everyone looked over, relief washing over them

He told her with poison on his word and an evil smirk on his lips, finally, the real Oliver is out. “I know and my husband does too,” Sapphire said, turning to face him. “Alyssa is also planning to build her own company too, my bad,” she said, placing her hand on her chest in a faux apology. “she had already built a company, she would like to deal in cosmetics, I would say you have got a good rival,” “What are you trying to say?” “You love riding on the wild side, Oliver, we both know. Hold on tight because this ride is as wild as it gets,” She said, a condescending smirk on her lips, and with that she got out, slamming the door behind her.

Atlas turns two today. Outside, Oliver is setting up the long wooden table. He has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his movements careful but steady, like his body remembers pain but no longer obeys it. He keeps stopping to straighten the plates, to realign the cups, to check the cutlery like precision might ward off bad luck. Diana smiles at the sight of him. “You’re going to wear a hole into that table,” she calls through the open door. Oliver looks up, grinning. “Someone has to take this seriously.”