Chapter 71 I Already Brought You Down, Vixen

• The slap echoed through the lounge, leaving everyone at the edge of their seats! Chloe froze in shock the moment Oliver’s palm struck Uncle Vix. Marvel, on the other hand, was boiling with rage. He had always admired Uncle Vix—though only a family friend’s son, their bond was strong. Watching Oliver humiliate him like that was unbearable!
• Marvel stormed forward, his fists clenched, but Oliver’s guards restrained him. He fought against their grip, struggling violently to break free, his eyes blazing with the urge to put a bullet straight into Oliver’s head. But the guards’ hold was firm, and no matter how hard Marvel tried, they refused to let him go.
• Oliver, however, wasn’t finished. He had come fully prepared to drag Uncle Vix down. For years, Vixen Carson had been the name that commanded fear and respect—Oliver once trembled at his very voice. If Uncle Vix spoke, Oliver never dared interrupt. But now? Now, the tables had turned. Oliver had grown beyond recognition, standing tall and unafraid.