Chapter 89


    Rowan stood to the side, his mind spinning out of control as he shouted, "Oliver, you think you''re so


    capable, huh? You had killed your mom like that, now show us you can kill this girl too!"


    Josefina was in shock! Oliver had killed his mother?


    She couldn''t believe it and refused to ept it as truth. Sure, Oliver was cold and ruthless, but to


    commit the atrocious act of matricide was unthinkable, wasn''t it?


    With clear eyes, Josefina watched Oliver and pulled out a ne. "Oliver, put down the gun."


    Just as she was about to hypnotize Oliver, amidst Rowan''s horrified gaze, Oliver lowered his


    firearm.


    Rowan shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom the turn of events. He approached Josefina,


    his voiceced with venom as he demanded, "What did you do? Why is he listening to you?"


    Josefina stood her ground, her presencemanding. "He''s doing the right thing. Why shouldn''t he


    listen to me?"


    "Impossible! Oliver''s gone off the deep end. How could he possibly heed your words? Who are you,


    anyway?"


    Josefina stood by Oliver, her voice chilly. "You im to be Oliver''s father, yet you''re the very


    executioner who wishes for his demise! What right do you have to question anyone or anything


    concerning Oliver?"


    Oliver, at Josefina''s side, looked shattered. His impassive demeanor resembled a statue sculpted


    by a master, void of emotion.


    It was the first time Rowan had been challenged like this, especially by a woman, and it fueled his


    anger to its peak. He nced at Josefina with a cold smirk, as if savoring the drama. "What''s this?


    What are you to Oliver? Are you smitten with his body or after his wealth? Do you really think Oliver


    could truly fancy you? He''s a madman, and he''s mentally disturbed, did you know?"


    Oliver, gripping the pistol, fixed his bloodshot eyes on Rowan with a snide chuckle. "If I''m the mad


    one, then what does that make you?"


    Feeling Oliver''s rage as she stood beside him, Josefina''s stance toward Rowan grew increasingly


    frosty. "I think Oliver is quite fine."


    Oliver''s heart skipped a beat, looking at Josefina in disbelief. It was as if the icy depths of his eyes


    began to thaw, like spring arriving in a second from the depths of winter.


    Together, Josefina and Oliver seemed the perfect match.


    Oliver''s gaze was fierce, with a small smile on his lips, but he appeared to be in a much better state


    than before.


    "Rowan, I''ll never hand over thepany to your illegitimate son. Do you want it? Only over my


    dead body!"


    Oliver stepped forward, towering over Rowan with a dominating presence that sent Rowan''s rage


    soaring.


    "Oliver, it would be so simple for me to want you dead!"


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    "Oh, would it?"


    Oliver''s eyes lifted in defiance, his daunting aura sending chills. With a scoff, he taunted, "Then why


    haven''t you killed me yet?"


    Stumped by Oliver, Rowan''splexion turned even more sour.


    A piercing pain shot through his left hand, and Rowan red at Oliver, powerless to touch him.


    "Oliver, you''re just the CEO because of Brandon. You always lean on him! What do you have


    without him?"


    A recklessugh escaped Oliver as he looked toward Josefina, his voice filled with pride. "I''ve got a


    woman I can count on." With a sideways nce and a brow raised in triumph, Oliver couldn''t hide


    his glee.


    Josefina let out a snort ofughter, witnessing—for the first time—someone boast about being kept


    with such pride.


    Was Oliver proud to be a kept man?


    Pointing at Oliver, Rowan seethed, "You''re beyond hope!"