At that mont Oliver gave a slow, satisfied nod, but there was still suspicion in his gaze. "And Kingstone investnt? You’ve tried to reach them?"
Cora sighed in frustration. "I have. Many tis. But their CEO... he’s unreachable. It’s almost as if he doesn’t exist. Everyone wants to know who he is, but nobody knows his real na. No photographs, no interviews. And that’s what irritates the most. I know Kingston will strike when the ti cos, but until then, I can only wait."
Upon hearing what Cora just said, Oliver couldn’t help but let out a faint smile, the kind that revealed both amusent and a touch of curiosity. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes fixed on her as if weighing every word she had spoken. Then, in a calm but deliberate tone, he said,
"So, if Kingstone Investnt truly does what you just claid, if they really decide to pull the trigger on Jas, you an to tell he’s finished? Completely?"
Then Cora’s expression hardened. She didn’t even hesitate. She nodded once, her voice sharp and filled with certainty.
"Yes. Utterly finished. Not just finished destroyed. He’ll be ruined beyond repair, Oliver. His reputation, his power, his na... everything will be reduced to dust. He will never rise again."
The weight of her words lingered in the air, and Oliver chuckled softly under his breath, as though savoring the finality of her conviction. "Well then," he replied smoothly, "if the ti is truly that near, then Kingstone won’t delay. They’ll pull the trigger very, very soon. You only need to wait, Cora."
For a brief mont, silence stretched between them. Cora lowered her eyes, nodded slowly, and then lifted her chin again with calm determination.
"Oliver," she said firmly, "we’ll see each other again very soon. But for now, I have sowhere very important I must be tomorrow."
Oliver raised a brow, intrigued. "And where would that be?"
Then Cora leaned forward slightly, her tone carrying a hint of pride and reluctance at once. "Everything Luxury," she revealed. "They sent a diamond invitation. At first, I didn’t want to go. I hate those kinds of pretentious gatherings. But... their invitation is not sothing one can ignore. Besides, they’re tied to in estate partnerships, and there are certain people I cannot afford to let go of. So, I’ll manage. I’ll attend."
Imdiately Oliver gave her a slow nod, his lips curling into a faint grin. "That’s the best choice. Sotis appearances matter more than intentions. Go, attend, and keep your position solid. After all, people like them must be reminded that you are not one to be overlooked."
Cora’s expression softened, though she didn’t let it linger too long. Oliver, sensing the mont had co to part, waved his hand lightly. "Now go on, take so rest. Tomorrow will be demanding."
Just as she turned slightly, Oliver added with casual insistence, "Allow to drop you off at your house. It’s already late, and I’d rather not have you leave alone."
But Cora imdiately shook her head, her tone resolute yet polite. "That won’t be necessary. I ca with my own driver and my personal bodyguard. They’re both very capable n. I’ll be safe."
At that mont, Oliver then nod his head slowly, his lips tightening into a thin line. "No problem," he muttered, masking his thoughts behind that calm expression he had mastered over ti. Cora didn’t seem to notice she simply gathered herself, gave him one last sharp glance, and then turned around. The sound of her heels echoed faintly as she walked out, the atmosphere she left behind heavy with sches and unfinished intentions.
Only after Oliver was certain that Cora had left his premises, the faint sound of the closing door confirming her absence, did he finally move. He reached into his pocket, brought out his phone, and dialed Lisa’s number. The call barely rang once before Lisa picked up, her voice carrying urgency as though she had been waiting for him.
"Oliver," Lisa said quickly, almost breathless. "I need to apologize for earlier. Cora was around, and because of Cora’s presence, I couldn’t tell you everything in detail. But listen, everything has already been communicated. The head of the police, the commissioner, even the chief... they’ve all been inford. I made sure everything was handled. Every trace has been wiped off the record. No one will ever point a finger at you. You’re completely in the clear."
For a mont, silence lingered. Oliver’s expression didn’t shift, his sharp gaze fixed on the empty space before him. Finally, he spoke, his voice low but steady. "Lisa... that isn’t the reason I called you."
There was a pause on the other end, Lisa’s breath catching. Oliver leaned back in his chair, his tone sharpening. "I called because it seems soone has gotten themselves entangled in my web, and I intend to strangle him completely before they think they can crawl free. Jas," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "That fool Jas took a loan from King’s Stone Investnts, and I didn’t even know about it."
Lisa’s voice faltered as she quickly responded, "I... Oliver, I’m so sorry. I didn’t an to keep this from you. Honestly, it isn’t sothing new to I heard about it but I wanted to confirm before bringing it to you. I didn’t want to mislead you."
"There’s no need to confirm," Oliver cut in coldly. "Cora already told . Jas took a loan. That’s all I need to know." His tone hardened, and for a mont, there was an edge of satisfaction in his words. "And since he was foolish enough to crawl into my debt, I want him crushed. I want him to know what it ans to owe us. Deliver a ssage to him he either repays the loan imdiately, or every single thing he has left will be seized. His house, his cars, the little money he has tucked away in the bank, everything. I want him stripped clean. And even then, the worth of his property won’t cover the loan. Let him feel the weight of desperation. If he can’t pay, then he better find another way to crawl out of this ss."
At that mont Oliver’s tone left no room for argunt. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he finished with deliberate calm, "Lisa, I want you to dig into the details. Find out exactly how much loan he took, the worth of his property, and everything he still owns. Bring the numbers."
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