Chapter 70 Shouldn't Mess With Oliver Smith

• Uncle Vix could have done everything possible to prevent this moment, but his expectations had collapsed into dust.
• Alexander shut his eyes tightly, his chest heaving. He knew the end was near—whatever Oliver was about to reveal on that projector would surely mark his downfall. Nothing could save him now.
• Oliver stood firmly at the center, his sharp gaze locked on Uncle Vix and Alexander, as though he already knew their fate before they did. He grinned faintly, and then the images flickered onto the projector screen.