Saltburn Oliver の小説・ストーリー

“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.

Oliver shrugged. "Okay. Sorry about your loss and I must say you were a badass unexpectedly," said Dante, "Arson expert! Guess I have to be more careful around you now, so you don't turn me to roast wolf meat," "I would, if your mate asks," replied Oliver with a chuckle. "No, no. I think my mate prefers me like this, handsome and robust," saying this, Dante flexed his muscle, causing the others to laugh. Oliver spoke again, "My story isn't as emotional as you guys. But at least you know that I can go berserk when offended greatly, that was in the past though. The me now is a gentleman. I do hope I find my second chance mate one day,"

Olivia said. "That's enough!" Aland chided her. "You don't need to accuse Penelope. She even tried to persuade me to come back and look for you, but you ran away. I didn't expect you to leave with Zayden Sanders." Olivia furrowed her brow. "Zayden Alvedro Sanders?" asked Olivia. "Yes, Zayden Alvedro Sanders is the man who came with you." The most dangerous mobster is here." Degh!

It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires. "Mr Morris..." Samuel shook hands with him as Micah motioned for them to sit on the couch. "Mr Salvatore will be here in-" "Samuel! Where's that friend of yours?" Samuel jumped as a voice thundered in the whole room. Silvio took long and confident strides as Dante followed behind him. Samuel was still unsure how Silvio agree to help them. "Mr Salvatore," Samuel greeted as Olivia looked at the tall and muscular man in awe. She had never seen this beautiful and dangerous man at the same time. She didn't know whether looking at him was making her sweat or the dangerous aura that he surrounded her was.

“Mr. Sanders, I need to clarify that Olivia isn’t my daughter. I would be thrilled if she were, but she’s actually the daughter of an acquaintance.” Mr. Sanders raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by her response. “Really? Everyone here seems convinced she’s your daughter; you both have a bit of a resemblance.” He shrugged nonchalantly, as if the revelation held little significance. Turning to Olivia, he adopted the tone of a businessman about to deliver his sales pitch. “By the way, my son is a bachelor, runs a successful shipping company, and is quite handsome. A real catch!” “That’s kind of you Sir, but I must insist that you save your matchmaking for someone else.” It was Clayton who

“So he’s a bonehead with a military buzzcut who probably jerks off to his own medals at night. Really fucking great, Dad.” I knew I was being difficult, but I was never going to let some stupid shit head act as my babysitter. “I don't know why you have to be so vulgar and sarcastic, Isla. Anyway, his name is Oliver Kane. He is thirty years old and the best in the business.” He pressed a button on his desk phone. “Send him in.” The door opened behind me, and heavy footsteps sounded across the floor, stopping a few feet away. “Mr. Moretti,” a deep, clipped voice said.