Chapter 68 Aria, it's you

• Oliver was seated on his couch, still in his pajamas. He had taken Sammy’s instructions to come to work late, even though he was curious to know the reason. I guess the only way he could find out is by obeying the instruction.
• He had a cup of coffee in his hand, he had made it himself since there were no more servants at home, even his breakfast was ready, he was just being lazy to go and eat. Well these days, he had breakfast before bathing and he didn’t give a fvck if it was right or wrong. It was his life and he lived it the way he pleased, not minding anyone’s opinion.
• He picked up the remote to turn the TV on and just then he heard the doorbell ring. “Fvck!” he muttered. Only God knows where the hell he learnt that, he used to be just a billionaire playboy, not a thug, mafia lord or gangster. Maybe he had learnt that at the Casino.