Chapter 190 Invincible
10:55 PM. The city streets were practically deserted.
Oliver gripped the steering wheel of his car, a wide grin plastered across his face. Beside him, Skyview admired the sleek lines of his Porsche, a contented sigh escaping his lips.
Behind them, a convoy of luxury cars – driven by their respective assistants and subordinates – followed in their wake, their headlights cutting through the darkness like beacons.
"You cleaned up tonight, Oliver!" Skyview chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Penguin Company is a giant. With their backing, LiveWave will dominate the streaming world. Once it goes public, we'll be swimming in billions. Easy money!"
"You too, my friend!" Oliver said, his voice thick with excitement. "You're a LiveWave shareholder now. Billions are heading your way as well."
Skyview let out a low whistle. "Your old man wasn't kidding when he said a billion was a small goal. Making money is ridiculously easy!"
"It's almost unfair, isn't it?" Oliver mused, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Where's the challenge? Where's the struggle?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining," Skyview said, his laughter echoing through the car. "If making money is always this effortless, I'm all for it!"
"Just imagine," Oliver said, his voice filled with ambition. "Right now, it's just the two of us at the helm of Luxe Legacy Group. But soon, we'll be unstoppable. I'll be the richest man in Asia, and you, my friend, can conquer Golden Valley."
"Nah, I'm aiming higher than that," Skyview countered playfully. "I'll take Asia, you take the world. How's that sound?"
"Even better!" Oliver roared with laughter. "Deal!"
Their conversation, a mixture of braggadocio and genuine excitement, was a bitter pill to swallow for their subordinates trailing behind them. "Easy money?" they scoffed. "No challenge?"
For a fleeting moment, they were all united by a single, burning desire to punch their bosses in their smug, self-satisfied faces.
"You know what the best part of all this is?" Oliver said, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "It's not the money, it's seeing Hilda crash and burn. That pompous ass had it coming."
"Oh, I'm sure he's drowning his sorrows in a bottle of overpriced whiskey as we speak," Skyview said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "The thought of his misery brings me immense joy."
"You know, Skyview," Oliver said, his tone turning serious, "we make a good team. We should do this again sometime." The admiration in his voice was unmistakable. Skyview's cunning plan had earned his respect.
"The feeling is mutual, my friend," Skyview replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But first, a celebration is in order, wouldn't you say?"
"Absolutely," Oliver said, his foot itching to press down on the gas pedal. "Tell you what, how are your driving skills?"
"Not too shabby," Skyview said, a hint of a challenge in his voice.
"Race you to the club?" Oliver suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Loser picks up the tab."
"You're on!" Skyview said, stubbing out his cigarette. "Let's do this."
And with that, the two sports cars roared to life, speeding off into the night, leaving their bewildered entourage struggling to keep up.
Skyview had never understood the appeal of racing before, but as the wind whipped through his hair and the city lights blurred into streaks of color, he felt a surge of exhilaration. It was intoxicating, addictive even. Especially after a victory as sweet as this.
As they entered the city center, however, they reluctantly slowed down, their brief flirtation with reckless abandon coming to an end. Even for them, there were limits.
"Looks like we're at a stalemate," Oliver said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"I can live with that," Skyview replied, shrugging.
"But the night is young, and the drinks are on me," Oliver insisted, his competitive spirit not entirely extinguished.
"Fine, but I'm getting the next round," Skyview conceded, knowing better than to argue with Oliver's stubborn streak.
As Skyview and Oliver reveled in their victory, Hilda found himself facing the consequences of his defeat.
He had returned to the Davis family estate, seeking solace and support, but instead, he was met with a barrage of questions and thinly veiled disappointment.
"Hilda has had a smooth life, but losing to Skyview twice might be a good thing. We should leave him alone; he will figure it out." John instructed the Davis family not to bother Hilda.
The elders, his aunts and uncles, had always viewed him as the golden child, the heir apparent to the Davis family fortune. His success with Shark Live had only solidified their belief in his abilities.
But now, faced with his first major setback, their faith in him seemed to waver. Their questions, though polite and measured, felt like accusations. Their disappointment, though unspoken, hung heavy in the air.
Hilda had never failed before, and he didn't know how to handle it. He had always been the one exceeding expectations, the one making his family proud. Now, he felt like a disappointment, a failure.
He locked himself in his room, seeking refuge from their judging eyes and whispered doubts. He needed time to think, to process the events of the past few days.
He needed to find a way to rise from the ashes, to prove himself worthy of the Davis name once more.
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