Chapter 8


    After Oliver drove away from Willie’s factory, Hailey pondered for a long time before speaking to him.


    “Oliver, your father urgently needs money. You can use this 780-thousand-dor check. We don’t have


    to split it anymore. All the money is yours.”


    Stunned, Oliver shook his head and said, “Ms. Fox, let’s just go ording to our previous agreement. I


    appreciate your kindness, but rules must be in ce. We shouldn’t go back on our word. 390 thousand


    dors is also enough to solve my current problem. Even if it’s not enough, it’s a problem for another


    time. I believe I can still make money with my ability.”


    Hailey’s heart fluttered a little. No matter what, Oliver’s action had moved her. Just the thought of the


    people who hurt her drove her insane involuntarily.


    But when she looked at Oliver, who was driving the car, just his side profile alone exuded a sense of


    perseverance and toughness.


    After giving it a thought, she responded, “Oliver, let’s not go to the store anymore. You can drive me


    home.”


    Upon telling Oliver the address, Hailey mulled it over and added, “Give me the check, then. It has to be


    cashed in at the bank. Since you need money urgently, I’ll transfer it directly to your bank ount.”


    As she spoke, she asked for Oliver’s bank ount number, then directly wired him the money through


    her phone’s mobile banking application.


    Within a minute, Oliver’s phone vibrated and beeped with the sound of a text message notification.


    However, he did not check it, for he was certain it must be the bank transfer notification.


    Oliver had never been to Hailey’s home, which was situated in a super luxurious mansion


    neighborhood of Navarre Penins. When they arrived at the destination, he saw that every mansion


    looked just like a painting.


    Hailey’s house was No. 17. After the yard gate opened automatically, a private garden measuring tens


    of thousands of square feet was revealed inside.


    The mansion was so spacious that it resembled a manor. There were six parking spots in the yard, with


    four being upied by luxury cars.


    Oliver parked the car, got out, and handed Hailey the key. “Ms. Fox, I’ll go hail a taxi back to the store


    now.”


    “Wait,” Hailey called out, then went to another parking spot and opened the door of a white Porsche


    911. She took out a key from inside the vehicle and stuffed it into Oliver’s hand. “Drive this car for the


    time being. It’s more convenient to get around with one.”


    Oliver froze briefly before shaking his head. “Ms. Fox… This… is rather inappropriate, no?”


    Hailey curled her lips. “What’s inappropriate about it? You’re the store manager of my store. What’s


    wrong with your boss providing you with a car for transport? Besides… look at how many vehicles I


    have; I can’t use all of them. Since they’re merely being kept at home, it’s no big deal to give you one.”


    “Store manager?” Oliver was stunned again.


    “Oh, right!” Hailey smiled and raised her finger. “You are now officially the store manager of my True


    Treasure second-hand. store, with a base sry of… 10,000 dors, plus a revenuemission of


    25 percent!”


    “10,000 dors, plus 25 percent of the revenuemission?” Oliver eximed inwardly.


    Oliver couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy.


    In the past, Samuel’s base sry was 7,000 dors, plus a revenuemission of ten percent.


    Compared with what Oliver had now, the difference was practically night and day.


    Hailey continued, “Oliver, you don’t have to go to the store in a hurry. Go home and deal with your


    matters first. Your working hours aren’t fixed, so you can go to the store whenever you’re free until


    you’ve settled everything at home.”


    All of a sudden, Oliver was ovee with emotions, and his eyes turned watery for no reason.


    His severely ill father in need of money, his rtives’ indifference, his girlfriend’s abandonment, and


    Joanna’s domestic violence misfortunes had tormented him, showing him the brutal side of human


    nature.


    Yet, Hailey reached out to lend him a hand and gave him warmth. Had she not been there, he truly


    wanted to have a good cry right on the spot.


    Noticing his expression, Hailey smiled, “Are you fairly touched? If so, go home and settle everything,


    then make money for me to the best of your abilities. Those scums even screwed up my dowry…”


    Oliver made a bow and thanked Hailey solemnly in a deep voice, “Ms. Fox, I will absolutely work


    earnestly to repay you!”


    On the way back, Oliver drove the eye-catching Porsche 911, finding everything surreal.


    Yesterday, he was still a miserable, unlucky person who lived a life worse than death. Today, in a blink


    of an eye, he broke free from his shackles and was driving a luxurious sports car with money in his


    pockets. “Is this a dream?” he wondered.


    At the thought of the money, Oliver quickly took out his phone and clicked on the unread text message.


    Sure enough, it was a notification informing him that money had been transferred to his bank ount.


    However, Hailey did not wire him half of the stone gambling profit-390 thousand dors. Instead, she


    transferred him exactly 800 thousand dors.


    Oliver almost burst into tears again.


    ‘Damn it. Hailey truly did not learn her lesson. She just got scammed by others continuously, and now


    she’s being so generous to me again. Is she not afraid of the history repeating itself?


    Still, such a boss is indeed worthy of me to follow and repay with my life.


    While Oliver was on the way to the hospital, his phone rang. It was a call from Joanna.


    Oliver answered the call immediately and put it on speaker mode.


    “Jo. I’m rushing to the hospital now. I’ll be there soon.”


    On the other end of the line, Joanna was heard crying, and there were also sounds of struggle.


    “Oliver… No, no, no. Marshall, you can’t take this money… You can’t. Oliver gave me this money to


    pay for Dad’s treatment… No, no, no. Please, I beg you, Marshall…”


    Upon hearing this, Oliver virtually exploded in anger and shouted roaringly, “Jo, where are you?


    Marshall rk, you son of a bitch-”


    “Oliver. I’m at… at the hospital parking lot…” Joanna sobbed.


    Bam!


    Her voice then got cut off, as if the phone had been thrown to the ground and shattered.


    Oliver was furious and had nowhere to vent his rage. He floored the gas and sped straight to the


    hospital.


    A few minutester, he pulled up at the parking lot of the general hospital. From a distance, he could


    already see Joanna lying on the ground with a bag in her hands while being dragged by a man.


    It went without saying that the man was Joanna’s husband, Marshall.


    Without further ado, Oliver drove the car over, and as soon as he stopped, he jumped out of the


    vehicle, kicking Marshall a few times. Thetter groaned in pain and released his hands instantly.


    Meanwhile, Joanna’s hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn open, and more bruises and blood


    stains had appeared on


    her face.


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    Nevertheless, she hugged the bag with a death grip while the fragments of her phoney on the


    ground.


    Oliver hurriedly helped his younger sister up. The moment Joanna saw him, she threw herself into his


    arms and wailed, “Oliver, I-I don’t know how, but he found me and insisted on snatching the 4,000


    dors away. I told him you gave me this to save Dad, but he insisted…”


    In the meantime, Marshall patted off the dust on his body and said fiercely, “How could you have


    money? It’s obviously stolen from my house! Give it to me right now, or I’ll call the cops!”


    While speaking, Marshall caught sight of the car Oliver drove in, and his eyes lit up in surprise. “What


    the heck? You… This is a Porsche 911. It costs at least 400 thousand dors. W-Where did you get the


    money to buy this car?”


    Ignoring the man, Oliver took the bag from Joanna’s hands, pulled out the passbook, and showed it to


    Marshall. “Marshall rk, open your eyes wide and take a good look. I was the one who saved this


    4,000 dors, and Jo just withdrew it from the bank. Call the cops right now. Go ahead!”


    In an instant, Marshall smiled awkwardly and said, “Oliver, this is a misunderstanding. We’re a family.


    There’s no need to call the cops. Anyway, your car… Can I borrow it for a few days?”


    ‘Do you even deserve it?” Oliver’s expression hardened as he added bluntly, “Marshall rk, it’s


    impossible for Jo to stay with you anymore. You two will get a divorce!”


    Marshall was stunned. “Divorce? Sure, I’ve wanted it for a long time. Since you guys are the ones


    initiating it, it’s even better for me. Don’t even dream of taking half of my family’s assets!”


    “Who’s asking for your family’s assets? You two can get a divorce, but how are we gonna solve the


    matter of you hitting my sister?” questioned Oliver tly.


    Taken aback, Marshall took a gander at Oliver and chuckled. “Well, what’s done is done. What else do


    you want? Do you have the guts to hit me back?”


    Oliver couldn’t restrain himself anymore upon seeing Marshall’s arrogant and smug look. He charged


    toward thetter with his fists raised.


    Marshall hadn’t seen thising. While he was still in a trance, he had already received several


    punches in the face and eyes, making his world spin and his vision blur. Some burning liquid also


    trickled down his nose and mouth.


    Marshall wiped it with a finger and took a look, cursing to himself, “What the fuck? It’s all blood!”


    “O-Oliver, do you have a fucking death wish? I’ll kill you…”


    Hovering above Marshall, Oliver continued to beat the man into a pulp without fear, booming, “Marshall


    rk, I indeed do not value my life anymore. How dare youy your hands on Jo, the sister I’ve always


    treated like a treasure? I’ll fucking kill you first…”


    Marshall was already at a disadvantage from the beginning. His hand had been sprained because of


    Oliver, and the blood flowing down his face and head was hindering his vision and slowing his reaction.


    In addition, Oliver was straddling Marshall, so as a result, thetter could only block the punches


    without a way to fight back.


    “Okay, okay! I’ll admit it. Stop hitting me. Stop! I apologize for my mistake. S-Sorry. Stop… Don’t hit me


    anymore. Oliver, stop hitting me…”


    At the same time, Joanna was so scared that she rushed over in tears to hug Oliver’s arm, stopping


    him from continuing to hit Marshall.


    She wasn’t protecting her husband. Instead, as she knew that Marshall was a hooligan, she feared her


    brother would’ve to go to jail should Marshall call the cops and charge Oliver with aggravated assault.


    Oliver was the one she was worried about.


    Atst, Oliver stopped and stood up to gasp for air.


    His body was also covered with blood, but it was all Marshall’s


    Marshall groaned in pain while muttering ferociously. Tll sue you until you end up in jail, Oliver


    Eastwood! How… How dare you hit me? Ouch!”


    The color drained from Joanna’s face as tears ran down it. Distraught, she took a tissue to wipe the


    blood on Oliver’s face and hands.


    Oliver shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”


    “You’re not going to be fine!” At this time, Marshall bellowed, “I’ll sue you until the end for beating me to


    this state! And…”


    He then red at Joanna and then said. “And you, you infertile bitch! Just you wait! I’ll beat you to


    death!”


    Upon hearing that, Oliver immediately lost his cool and strode toward Marshall.


    Marshall was so frightened that he crawled backward, knowing when to pick his battles. After all, if he


    were to fight Oliver head-on now, he would only suffer more injuries.


    “What… What do you want? You’ve beaten me to this state. You have topensate me at least 4…


    No, no… 6,000 dors of medical bills…”


    So terrified that he stammered, Marshall wanted to scare Oliver with medical expenses as he knew that


    the Eastwood family was exceptionally poor. Even 4,000 dors or so was already astronomical to


    them.


    However, Oliver stopped and stared at Marshall. “Sure, Marshall rk. As long as you go to City Hall


    with Jo now to file a divorce, I’ll give you 20,000 dors!”