CHAPTER 156: CHAPTER 156

At that moment, Samuel’s eyes darted around the room frantically, his breathing becoming heavier as his mind raced. His gaze swept over every corner, desperately hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of his men. The panic on his face was obvious, he was clinging to the faint hope that his backup would come rushing in to rescue him.

But Oliver, standing tall and composed, saw straight through his act. His voice came out low but cutting, dripping with certainty.

"There’s no need to look around anymore," Oliver said, his tone steady, almost casual yet carrying the weight of finality. "All your men... have been dealt with. Every last one of them. You’re standing here alone now, Samuel. And the only thing left... is between you and me."

Upon hearing what Oliver just said, Samuel froze for a moment, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He shook his head slightly as if trying to convince himself Oliver was bluffing. But something in Oliver’s calm, unhurried demeanor told him it wasn’t a lie. His stomach churned as the reality sank in, if what Oliver said was true, then there was no escape.

Then Oliver took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze never leaving Samuel.

"Now," he continued, voice tightening, "I want to know, how dare you... try to do something so disgusting, so devilish... to Cora?"

Samuel’s pulse quickened. He instinctively stepped back, trying to put space between them. His voice wavered, though he tried to keep it steady. "It’s not what you think," he blurted out, raising his hands slightly as if to defend himself. "It’s... it’s both concessions between me and Cora. I wasn’t forcing her to do anything. She... she agreed to it."

The words hung in the air, but they carried no conviction. Even Samuel knew how hollow they sounded.

Oliver just stared at him for a long moment, then slowly shook his head. There was no anger in his movement, just cold disappointment, the kind that made Samuel’s chest tighten. "For what you’ve done..." Oliver said, his voice dropping into a dangerous low, "I’m going to destroy you completely. To the point you’ll wish you never showed your face again."

Then he leaned in slightly, his words deliberate, his presence overwhelming.

"That is... if you survive what I’m going to do to you."

Immediately the color drained from Samuel’s face. And in that instant, as he met Oliver’s eyes, he finally understood, Oliver wasn’t bluffing. Not a single word of it. That was the moment Samuel saw the serious, unshakable look on Oliver’s face.

At that moment, Samuel’s voice was trembling, his words tumbling over each other in desperation. "I have money... name your price! One million, two million, ten just name it, I’ll give it to you immediately!" His hands were slightly raised, palms outward as if to shield himself from the storm brewing in Oliver’s eyes.

However Oliver didn’t answer right away. Instead, he began a slow, deliberate walk toward Samuel. His footsteps echoed with a calmness that only made the tension more unbearable. Samuel’s breathing grew shallow as he instinctively began to back away.

"It seems you think money can solve all your problems," Oliver said, his tone low and cold. "But as for me... money cannot buy me. And it definitely won’t fix what I’m going to do to you."

Oliver words struck Samuel harder than a physical blow. His heartbeat drummed in his ears, panic flaring inside him. He kept retreating until his back met the unyielding wall. The realization hit, there was nowhere left to go. His gaze darted left and right, scanning for an escape route, but the room felt like it was closing in. Even if he made a break for it, he knew deep down there was no way he could outrun Oliver.

His voice cracked as he tried again. "Fifty million! I’ll give you fifty million right now! Just let me go, I didn’t... I didn’t do anything to you or Cora either. Fifty million!"

But Oliver didn’t flinch. His expression didn’t change; his eyes still locked on Samuel like a predator on its prey.

Samuel’s desperation spiraled. "Two hundred! Two hundred million!" he blurted, his words quick and uneven. "I’ll transfer it immediately, just let me."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Oliver’s hand shot forward, gripping his neck in a firm, unyielding hold.

At that moment, Samuel was still struggling, his hands clawing desperately at Oliver’s grip as he tried to pry himself free. His breaths were ragged, his chest rising and falling in panic as the strength in his arms began to fade. "I can’t breathe! They’re strangling me! I can’t breathe! Let go of my neck!" he gasped, his voice breaking with fear.

However Oliver’s eyes were cold, unyielding. His voice cut through the air like a blade. "How dare you? How dare he try to do something this inhuman to Cora" His tone dripped with disdain, every word a promise of punishment. "For that reason, I’ll make sure you pay dearly, Samuel."

Without hesitation, Oliver’s grip tightened. In one swift motion, he lifted Samuel off the ground as if he weighed nothing. Samuel’s feet kicked in the air, searching for the floor that was no longer beneath him. The veins in his neck bulged, and his eyes widened in terror. Then, BAM!

Oliver slammed him onto the ground with bone-shattering force. The impact sent a sickening crack through the air, followed by Samuel’s scream of agony. "Ahhh! My ribs! My ribcage is broken! I need to be rushed to the hospital! My ribcage is broken!" His cries were desperate, pleading for mercy, but Oliver didn’t flinch.

Instead, Oliver reached into his pocket, his fingers curling around cold steel. When he drew his hand out, a sharp knife gleamed under the light, followed by an inner cutter. The sight alone made Samuel’s blood run cold. His eyes bulged, his mind racing to make sense of what Oliver intended. But deep inside, his instincts screamed that whatever was coming was far worse than the pain he already felt, and he wanted no part of it.

Summoning the last bit of strength left in him, Samuel pushed himself up from the ground. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling from pain, but his voice rose in defiance. "If you dare come close to me, I will fight you!" he shouted, forcing himself to stand tall despite his injuries. "I’ve been keeping quiet, but never again! I am not going to keep quiet anymore."