Even now, Oliver still was not content. He sits high on his “throne,” waiting for me to come to him and apologize. However, he would never get that chance. Oliver, I’ll never have the chance to apologize to you.
The assistant suddenly ran in in a panic, his voice trembling with a hint of tears. “Sir… Madam… she’s passed away!”
Oliver froze for a moment. It seemed unprepared for this turn of events. I stared at him intently, thinking that after all these years, he couldn't possibly remain unaffected by my death. Because if that were the case, I would be truly pitiful.
Turned out, Oliver was even more cold-hearted than I imagined. He smiled coldly and with an indifferent yet confident tone, he asked, “How much did she pay you to make up this nonsense? A troublemaker like her wouldn't dare to die. You've been with me for years; don't be so narrow-minded. If you join Isabel to deceive me, your future will be bad!”
The assistant clearly hadn’t expected things to turn out this way and even Anne was taken aback.
Oliver spoke cruelly, “Go tell her that if she doesn’t want me to freeze her card, she'd better get her ass over here in half an hour!”