It's so easy to finish a delicious al. It didn't take ten minutes before Oliver's plate was empty.
There wasn't even any ketchup left.
He then drank his orange juice down.
"Thanks for the food..." He thanked her again.
Isabel was still eating because she was slower. She nodded after he thanked her.
While she was still eating, Oliver couldn't help but glance at his phone, reading the chat again.
Those people were apparently still chatting, discussing various things that Oliver didn't understand, such as problems in the universe.
Actually he wanted to ask many things but felt that it would only disturb them, it was better to let everything flow normally.
Isabel occasionally glanced at his face with quick movents, sothing she felt but could not see.
Of course, he would not comnt on that as he himself sotis observed her beautiful face.
There is nothing wrong with the handso and the beautiful looking at each other. It's the natural attraction of their bodies.
When the food was finished, Isabel said, "let's go back!"
She tidied up the plate and looked like she wanted to stand up.
"Maybe I won't be back," Oliver replied, standing up before her.
He actually wanted to see his aunt right away because ti was crucial now. He was worried that if she was in a bad mood, she would make so dangerous blunders.
Isabel's eyebrows shot up slightly hearing that, but she didn't ask anything, just nodded lightly.
After that, he finally stepped away.
When he ca out of the restaurant, he stopped a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the office area.
As one of the business centers, the office area in Vera City truly exudes an aura of success. Even a security guard has an aura that can make a villager feel inferior, not to ntion the office workers who look immaculate from morning to evening.
They are busy and serious, like they don't care about the civilization test that will start in a few days.
Maybe so forgot about it.
Oliver rarely ca to this region, every ti he ca he couldn't help but be amazed.
In the end he had only been in this city for two years. Before that he had only lived in a small town where his parents' economy was quite ordinary.
Although he knew his mother's sister was a very wealthy woman, his proud mother was not very fond of asking for help.
She never even visited Vera, only letting her sister visit her.
Unfortunately, his father and mother died early. Inevitably he had to move into his aunt's house or else he wouldn't be able to live well.
Located in the middle of the business area was a graceful tulip-shaped skyscraper that seed to have more than fifty floors, it even had a large courtyard that wasn't a parking lot, more like a garden deliberately put there to refresh the air.
Above its entrance was an electronic signboard that always displayed a different look.
The one thing it always had in common was the na of the company based in the building.
Eleganza Couture Group!
This is a company engaged in fashion, producing various types of clothing, suits, shirts, pants, and even shoes with the target of the upper middle class but has its own uniqueness so that it does not seem like imitating high-end brands.
Starting from a small shop to having such a luxurious headquarters shows how prestigious it is in the eyes of its fans.
It is said that even the upper-middle class people who made it to the upper class still do not abandon the goods produced by this company.
The best proof of its popularity is when the company's products were blocked by the biggest marketplaces but that failed to reduce their sales. Instead, their private online store saw a drastic increase in downloads.
In fact, it's not a difficult problem if the company wants to move upmarket. However, it remains at its original goal of making more people enjoy high-quality goods.
The most amazing thing is the fact that this company is not a public company. It was still a private company whose shares were one hundred percent owned by Miya, the person behind this company.
Oliver's knowledge of his aunt was not as much as it was now before he moved to this city.
Only since he started school did he know that she could be compared to the female rulers of ancient tis.
Getting out of the taxi and walking into the building, he was like a stranger as he was not wearing a work uniform plus his young age.
The employees who were mostly 25 years old and above looked at him curiously, wondering if he was the son of an executive who wanted to see his parents.
Although he had co before, it was usually at night, when the building was quiet. Most people still had no idea who he was.
"Is there anything you need, sir?" One of the security at the entrance asked him.
Obviously before his identity beca clear, he could not move around as he pleased here, except perhaps if he was with his aunt's secretary.
In that case, he was a bit unsure how to answer. It felt strange if he said that he was the boss's nephew and wanted to et her.
The problem was that he probably couldn't say anything else.
In the end, he took out his phone, opening the gallery.
There were so pictures of him with his aunt when they visited a wedding.
He showed one of the photos to the security guard.
"I heard my aunt works here, can you take to her office," he said, finally thinking of words that didn't make him look arrogant, but that even made him look innocent.
The security guard was surprised because he was very familiar with the beautiful woman in the photo who always passed by this entrance and always made his head want to explode in awe of her stunning figure.
In an instant, he finally rembered that the boss was now the nanny of her nephew.
His attitude quickly beca very respectful towards Oliver.
If the boss was still unmarried and had children, it was likely that this youngster would be the heir to this company, its future boss although such a thing was hard to say given the imminent changes in the world.
"P-please follow , young master," the security said.
He changed his nickna to Oliver.
Unfortunately, he had accidentally used such a nickna due to his habit of reading eastern online novels.
Although the voice was not loud, there were still quite a few people who heard it.
This caused confusion among them.
Oliver himself imdiately followed the security to one of the elevators.
However, the security didn't go inside.
He just let Oliver enter alone and told him to go to the 53rd floor. There, he would et the boss's secretary.
The security didn't co because according to the rules he wasn't allowed to be there.
Oliver could of course go on his own. He just couldn't enter the elevator before getting permission from the security.
When the elevator doors closed, the security guiding him was imdiately approached by other security and employees.
"Bro, who's that young man?" asked one of the security guards.
The security asked hesitated for a mont before finally speaking.
"The boss's nephew." His voice was quite low when he said that, but everyone heard it clearly because they had their ears to the ground.
"Really!" So female employees reacted faster than others.
Those who were pretty spontaneously looked at each other, like they found sothing to compete with.
However, those who were already in their 30s shook their heads.
"He's too young," one of them said.
"What if he wants you? I an he doesn't want you as a wife, just to have fun with you. Besides, young people like naughty things." Her words earned her a question from her friend who smiled strangely.
Perhaps they were from a circle that was naughty enough that they were so open to things like this.
"It was just a dream. You know how disciplined the boss is. Her nephew must be a good young man. And you better not say that again or the boss will slap your face," she replied.
The woman who asked spontaneously covered her lips with her hand upon hearing that.
She was a bit scared. They could live a naughty life, but if they invited the boss's nephew, they might be in serious trouble.
When the elevator doors opened on the 53rd floor, Oliver arrived at a luxurious and elegant room with several doors where beside one of the doors was a large reception desk designed for only one person.
A Korean woman in her early 20s with jet-black hair was sitting there, wearing a white shirt with a tie.
Her skin was pale white while her eyes wore quite thick kohl.
The impression of a loner from her was quite obvious. However, she was beautiful, and her style was sowhat like that of a cosplayer which could be felt even if she was wearing a formal uniform.
In fact, it is like that. Outside of work, she likes to dress up in various ani costus and take pictures of herself in her house.
Oliver knew that because he knew her social dia accounts, which had quite a following.
His aunt knew that too, but she didn't mind because she was doing a good job as a secretary.
Her typing ability was one of the fastest.
Her na was Kim Hana.
One thing Oliver didn't know was why she was living in Europe by herself.
Seeing his sudden appearance, Kim Hana was very surprised, obviously not expecting him to appear here.
He walked straight up to her and asked her, "Is my aunt inside?"
His eyes looked at the door beside the reception desk.
"Uhmm, yes..." Kim Hana replied, sounding awkward.
At all tis, she looked cool and confident, but she couldn't actually be like that without preparation.
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