Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

"If my memory serves me right, Uncle Sinjin once thought a bull had trespassed on his land and took out his gun to kill it but I saved you when I told him you weren't a bull." “Was you.” Cesar reiterated. "I swear. I'm older than you remember?". “Not.” Oliver said. "You do this all the time." “That was sooooooo you.” Cesar said in a sing song voice. “Argh! I give up.” Oliver said, throwing his hands up in the air. Cesar sent him a cocky smile. Oliver could never win an argument against him but he still loved to try. Oliver was right though but Ellie couldn't know that. Becoming the most richest man in the world had refined him in ways he couldn't begin to imagine.

Olivia sighed in relief, feeling fortunate that she hadn't rushed into contacting Geremia. She continued reading through the documents, absorbing every piece of information about Ignazio. The papers revealed Ignazio's complete biography: his date of birth, education, and his professional background. If she could whistle, Olivia thought she would have done so right then and there. The man she had encountered in the penthouse was not just a shallow individual; he was an incredibly intelligent and accomplished person.

Oliver Oliver sat in the back of the taxi. Two suitcases were next to him, stuffed with all of the clothes he'd brought with him to Iowa. In addition, he'd also packed a few mementos. One of which was the ticket stub from the fair. He wanted something to remember that very special day by. It was the first and last date with the best woman on the planet. “I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?” Oliver said to the driver, opening the rear door.

He inquired about the progress of his subordinates in finding the person and looked at the map of the park's surroundings before quickly giving orders. "Lady, Sir left his work behind to help you," Charles whispered in Natalie's ear and noticed that Oliver was almost done with the deployment. He didn't have time to retract his head, so he returned to a normal volume, changing the subject. "Lady, rest assured, Sir will definitely be able to help you!" Oliver had exceptional intelligence and an impeccable memory. He had studied psychology, investigation, and counterintelligence, among other things. As long as there was even a slight clue, he could find people quickly.

The seventeen-year-old boy who used to worry about his school grades has become a man, a criminal just like his older sister. I can’t process William’s words because nothing is making sense to me. Oliver left me and my mother years ago to go study abroad, thanks to our father’s wife’s money. Why has he moved to Royian? And why has he become a spy? There’s something about his stare, something that has changed quite a lot. Oliver has never been someone cheerful, I always remember his expressionless face. But the look he has on this picture is different. He looks colder and angry, making me wonder what has happened to him.

Megan sighed. Thing is, she understood why Dennis would see Ricardo DiSanto as capable of orchestrating an attack on Olympus's storage facility. His "rap sheet" certainly supported that theory; and her thought of his personality- she extrapolated it from his leadership of Os Buscadores, which were renowned for their campaign against secrecy- made her feel that he was someone who would be more than willing to take on Olympus, although she couldn't put it out as a certainty without meeting him in person first. However, she just couldn't see why he would choose to steal one particular thing out of the many others supposedly kept in the facility.

Oliver ordered, his eyes narrowing as the air around him turned cold. "So, are you and Claire like back together now?" Dante asked, looking at the older man standing next to him. Oliver was a big brother to all the younger ones who were born later after he joined the Ford family. Everyone looked up to him. Dante often went over to the Ford mansion during school holidays. He was Evelyn Ford's agemate and also, her best friend. Oliver smiled despite the turmoil in his heart. He nodded and said, "She's the only one who can be my wife."

, Oliver chuckled and sipped his coffee. "I've never thought , you're finding someone intriguing in your old age ", Theo said with straight face and took a sip. "What do you mean by old age , I'm just 23 . You kid", Oliver shouted at him in his annoyed voice. "My grandfather also likes to call me kid ," Theo said with a Smiling face . Theo is just adding insult to his injury . "I don't want to continue this , I don't want to beat around a bush , I need information about outbreak of plague", Oliver said by massaging his temples with his fingers .

Connor O'Brien, one of Oliver's friends, said from behind, and I turned around to find him with a smile on his face. "Thank you, Mr O'Brien," I replied with a slight smile. His eyes flickered curiously under the neon light in the hall. "It seems I don't have to introduce myself because you already know me." "You are Oliver's friend," I replied. Knowing as much information about Oliver as possible was the first thing I did after I returned. One of those pieces of information was learning about his five friends. Vivian Aina, his best friend, and his four other friends. Connor O'Brien, Maxwell Fitzgerald, Sir Lockwood, and Jayden White. It was part of my plan to know them, what they did, and th

Stephen stared at Oliver in surprise. He did not expect such a response from Oliver. In all their previous interactions, Oliver had always spoken politely. Why was he taking up such a tone with him now? Oliver's plan was already complete. He had gotten rid of Snow, legitimately opened factories, and even profited from the sports complex. He no longer needed to pretend to flatter Stephen. If anything, the only people he should ingratiate himself with now would be those who were as successful as Ethan Rivers; not failures like Stephen who had ruined two cities and doubted the words of his own woman.