Chapter 11 Billion Dollars Fortune

• Oliver’s hands trembled as he took the card from Michael Vale. He didn’t yet know what it contained, but something told him it was important—possibly life-changing.
• “What is this for?” he asked.
• Michael Vale’s smile widened. “The card in your hand represents a fortune of seventy billion dollars.”
• “Seventy… billion?” Oliver’s eyes widened.
• Michael nodded. “With that money, you can live a life of unimaginable luxury. And that’s just for your personal upkeep. You can withdraw far more from our accounts—every cent is yours now.”
• A slow grin spread across Oliver’s face. Billionaire son-in-law. The words echoed in his mind. Images flashed before him: Miranda’s slap, Luke’s punch, the humiliation of being thrown out of the party. He chuckled.
• “This is just the beginning, Mr. Vale. I’m about to do something no one would expect.”
• “What do you mean?” Michael asked.
• “I’ll be a billionaire in the shadows,” Oliver said, voice low and steady. “The Carsons won’t even see me coming. I’ll be the teenage son-in-law they never imagined could be their worst threat. Only Zora will be spared.”
• Michael leaned back, fully understanding. He knew the family’s secrets, and he knew exactly why Charlie Thale had chosen Oliver. “Part of the reason Grandpa Charlie made you the heir,” he said. “Never forget your mission.”
• They shook hands again. Before Oliver left, he reminded Vale that nobody—especially the Carsons—could learn his true identity.
• “Some of our business allies know,” Michael admitted. “But I’ll make sure they keep their mouths shut.”
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• Oliver stepped out of Thale’s Tower in a daze of joy. His long-held goal was finally within reach. At his age, he already commanded wealth and power beyond imagination.
• The moment he opened the door back home, a sharp slap stung his cheek. He looked up to find Miranda glaring at him.
• As always, Oliver stayed calm, saying nothing. The fortune card was still safely tucked in his pocket.
• “What kind of human are you?” Miranda barked. “Don’t I pay you well enough to take care of this house? Tell me—where did you go this morning?”
• Oliver remained silent, which only made her more suspicious. She noticed how his right hand stayed in his pocket.
• “What are you hiding in there?” she demanded.
• Oliver stammered, trying to deflect, but her suspicion grew. She lunged forward, trying to reach into his pocket—only for Zora to step between them, pushing her mother away.
• Miranda’s voice rose. “Zora! Stop shielding him!”
• “My husband deserves my protection,” Zora shot back.
• Miranda’s gaze lingered on Oliver. No matter what you do, she thought, I’ll find out what you’re hiding, my lovely son-in-law.
• She turned to leave, but paused at the door. “That reminds me—your grandfather is on his way here. We’re preparing a welcome party, and a lot of people will be invited. I don’t want Oliver wandering around like a fly, so… he’s not invited.”
• Oliver’s jaw tightened. Even the mention of Ronald Carson stirred something cold inside him. Clearly, there was no warm relationship there. He clenched his fists, but instead of lashing out, a spark of an idea lit in his mind.
• Zora tried to intervene. “Mom, let him come to the party—”
• “I don’t want to see Oliver there! Period!” Miranda snapped.
• But Zora followed her, pleading. Eventually, Miranda gave in. She agreed Oliver could attend, though neither of them knew he was listening from the doorway.
• Oliver’s attention sharpened when Miranda told Zora, “You need to win your grandfather’s trust and love again. I can’t stand him hating you forever.”
• “What do you suggest I do?” Zora asked.
• Miranda smiled slyly and handed her a debit card. “Get him the most perfect gift you can find. Something he’ll treasure. That’s how you’ll win him back.”
• Oliver smiled to himself and slipped away to his room.
• “If I can give Ronald Carson a gift,” he murmured, “he’ll be amazed at me too. Winning his love is important for my mission.”
• He dialed a number. “Ronald Carson is returning tonight. I want the best gift prepared for him—make it luxurious.”
• Meanwhile, Luke was seething. “It’s time for payback! That Oliver might have borrowed more money just to please Ronald Carson.”
• Wei frowned. “What are you planning?”
• “I want to be Ronald Carson’s best option,” Luke said coldly. “Find out if Oliver has something planned for him. If he does, sabotage it. Make it the complete opposite of what he wanted.”
• A grin curled at the edge of Luke’s lips.