At that moment, Samuel's eyes darted around the room frantically, his breathing becoming heavier as his mind raced. His gaze swept over every corner, desperately hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of his men. The panic on his face was obvious, he was clinging to the faint hope that his backup would come rushing in to rescue him.
But Oliver, standing tall and composed, saw straight through his act. His voice came out low but cutting, dripping with certainty.
"There's no need to look around anymore," Oliver said, his tone steady, almost casual yet carrying the weight of finality. "All your men… have been dealt with. Every last one of them. You're standing here alone now, Samuel. And the only thing left… is between you and me."
