Chapter 679

Oliver was caught off guard when Jose grilled him. It wasn't like he was some kind of expert; everything he knew came straight from Jose herself.

Like that one time he saw Jose using makeup to cover something up, and now it clicked again.

"Josie, I only know about this stuff because of you. I'm honestly out of the loop on everything else."

Jose gave Oliver the cold shoulder, her fingers flying over her phone screen as she searched for a nearby makeup store.

Today, she had on a short-sleeved top that did nothing to hide the marks on her neck.

As they hit a red light, Oliver braked and quickly texted George.

"Josie, no need to buy anything. I've got George picking up some stuff and bringing it to you."

Jose didn't even glance at Oliver, too busy replying to her messages.

...

George stood by the roadside, clutching the makeup, his face lighting up as he spotted Oliver's car.

When Oliver pulled up, George bent down, handing the bag over to Jose.

"Ms. Josefina, here you go."

George's eyes couldn't help but stray to Jose's neck; the marks were hard to miss. He quickly averted his gaze and found himself locking eyes with Oliver's icy stare. "Mr. Oliver, I'll be heading back now," George stammered, eager to make his exit. Oliver gave a nonchalant hum, and George was gone in an instant.

"George seems pretty scared of you, huh? One look from you and he bolts," Jose noted.

"Maybe," Oliver replied with a smile.

Jose opened the bag, revealing a treasure trove of makeup products. She started covering up the marks, grabbed her breakfast, and walked off without sparing Oliver another glance.

Oliver watched her go, an indulgent smile playing on his lips, then drove off.

...

Back at the office, George had just arrived.

"Mr. Oliver, Rowan asked you to visit him at the hospital. I didn't want to answer his calls, but he called from an unknown number and got through," George explained, clearly exasperated.

"And why does he want me there?" Oliver asked, pausing mid-stride, his mere presence putting pressure on George.

"Just spill it. What's going on?"

George, looking a bit flustered, said, "He... he said he misses you and wants you to visit him in the hospital."

Oliver was stunned. "Is Rowan out of his mind?"

He didn't buy it, not for a second.

"Next time you hear his voice, just hang up and block him, got it?"

"Got it, Mr. Oliver. I'll do just that."

Oliver entered his office and had barely sat down when Dominic's call came through.

Dominic was livid, his voice

crackling with fury. "Oliver, take

down that video! I'll sue you

infringing on my image tights!"

"Go ahead," Oliver replied coolly.

Dominic was baffled. Was Oliver not afraid of a lawsuit?

"Oliver, you're not scared I'll sue?"

"You do know you own shares in the company, right? I could just say that Domine personally tested the waters, realized it's tough outthere, and decided to come crawling back."

Dominic was speechless. Was Oliver jabbing at him on purpose?

His mood darkened further, but Oliver's words had him beat.

Fuming, Dominic retorted, "We'll see about that, Oliver!"

And with that, he hung up.

Oliver blocked him without a second thought and turned his attention back to the paperwork.

...

By noon, Oliver's phone rang again.

It was Harry on the line, sharing the results of his investigation.

"Mr. Oliver I've confirmed that

Sydney did indeed undergo let

surgery but foutent part of her was treated."

I couldn't find out which