Chapter 245: Chapter 245
At that moment, Robert’s secretary then bow her head as she walked out of the office. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, and the faint scent of her perfume lingered for a moment before the door quietly clicked shut behind her.
Then Robert slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest, a thoughtful expression washing over his face.
He couldn’t quite place it, but there was something about this unexpected visit that stirred his curiosity more than usual. This wasn’t just any uninvited guest barging in demanding to see him—it was the way his secretary described the man, the quiet confidence, the refusal to leave, and above all, the sense that this stranger carried weight, either in power or presence. Robert still taken aback by the sudden appearance of this person, and now, more than ever, he was very, very curious, wanting to know who this person truly is.
So not long after, the door suddenly opened again.
The air in the room shifted slightly as his secretary walked in, her expression composed but cautious. And then, behind her, the man followed.
At that moment, Robert’s gaze then landed on him, and immediately, his eyes narrowed just a littlehis entire attention zeroing in with sharpened focus. He studied the man carefully.
Immediately, Robert was curious and taken aback by the situation because he thought he would definitely be seeing maybe an older man, or a more advanced man, or something someone with age or political power, perhaps with a security escort or a face seen on the business news. But what he saw instead was someone unexpected.
The person standing in front of him now was simply the same age as him. Maybe even younger by a few months. His skin was smooth, clean-shaven, and his suit fit so well it looked like it was custom-stitched by hands that tailored for royalty. His shoes were spotless, his wristwatch gleamed subtly under the office lighting, and there was something about the way he stood calm, firm, without arrogance that told Robert this man was someone to pay attention to.
Just that he is very, very handsome.
And from the look of things, he doesn’t look like somebody that is scary, that is going to have that attitude of not wanting to follow due protocols. In fact, he looked polite. Civil. Clean. But that’s what made the whole thing even more confusing for Robert.
Why would someone who looked like this, who carried himself so properly, refuse to follow appointment rules? Why not wait? Why insist?
At that moment, the secretary gently gestured toward the two guest chairs in front of Robert’s desk, her voice polite but firm. "You may have your seat, sir."
Without wasting a single breath, Oliver stepped forward with a quiet confidence that caught Robert’s attention immediately. The way he walked not too fast, not too slow, almost as if he owned the space wasn’t the kind of posture you saw from people who needed permission to be here. He pulled the chair out smoothly, took his seat with an effortless grace, and crossed his leg like someone completely comfortable with himself. Not arrogant. Just sure.
The secretary bowed her head slightly toward Robert, as if to say, I’ve done my part, then turned and quietly exited the office, closing the door behind her. The soft click of the door left only silence and that heavy silence stretched between the two men for a few seconds.
Robert’s gaze immediately zeroed in on the man seated before him. From the moment Oliver sat down, there was something different. He didn’t look like a threat—not in the traditional sense. In fact, he looked more like someone out of a high-end fashion magazine. He was extremely handsome, clean-cut, his appearance neat yet not overdone. There was no visible tension in his posture, no unease in his body language. Just calm.
But that was what made it more confusing, Robert narrowed his eyes slightly.
This wasn’t the kind of man he expected to be the cause of "a little disorder," as his secretary had so politely put it. No. If anything, this was someone you expected to see in a shareholders’ meeting, or as a tech company’s frontman on stage charismatic, bold, but calculated. And more importantly, Robert was certain this was his first time laying eyes on him.
If Oliver was someone important in the business industry, Robert would have heard the name. He would’ve recognized the face from media coverage or business expos. But right now, he was staring at a stranger. A stranger who had somehow made it into his office uninvited, bypassing protocol, and yet... Robert didn’t feel alarmed. Just curious. Deeply curious.
A few seconds passed. Their eyes locked, neither of them speaking, as if waiting for the other to break the silence.
Then finally, Robert cleared his throat and leaned slightly forward, resting his arms gently on his polished desk.
"Well," he began, voice calm but edged with firm authority, "it seems you’re the one causing a bit of... unrest in my office today."
He paused, waiting to see if Oliver would react.
"My secretary mentioned how persistent you were. Most people don’t get past her unless their names are on the list. But somehow, here you are." Robert gave a tight, skeptical smile. "I admit, I was curious enough to ask her to let you in."
He leaned back now, fingers tapping slowly on the armrest of his chair.
"So... can you please introduce yourself?" His voice deepened slightly. "Who are you... and why did you come?"
At that moment, Oliver then look at Robert even more. His gaze wasn’t just fixed it was loaded, sharp, and quietly intense. Deep down in his mind, Oliver couldn’t believe that this was the man Cora now trusted. The one she allowed into her circle, into her plans. The man sitting across from him didn’t carry the aura Oliver had expected. No intimidation, no commanding presence. In fact, Robert seemed... average. Calm, calculated, but not threatening in the way Oliver believed someone in this position should be.
And that alone made Oliver even more curious and annoyed.
He leaned back, crossing his legs once more, still looking directly at Robert. There was no rush in his movement, just quiet control. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the chair as he processed what he was about to say. But deep within, he was forcing himself to stay grounded. He didn’t want his anger no matter how hot it burned to cloud his sense of reasoning. Not today. Not now.
With a calm but cold voice, Oliver finally spoke.
"Well..." he said, his voice steady but laced with something sharp, "who I am is not important."
Robert’s brow furrowed slightly at those words, clearly taken aback. He had expected a name, a company, maybe a card. But instead, Oliver’s tone dismissed it all as irrelevant.
"And my name," Oliver continued, "is not actually important to you."
Immediately Robert’s expression didn’t shift much, but a faint flicker of tension moved through his eyes. He didn’t respond. He just waited.
"Now that you’ve seen my face," Oliver said, "you should even be thankful I decided to show it to you."