Chapter 316

Even so, the people squeezed up front still looked borderline unhinged. Luckily, the police were on-site keeping things in check, and the reporters' gear at the front somewhat helped contain the chaos from blowing up completely. Oliver stood above it all, unmoved, his brows knitting slightly. "Yeah, it was wrong of me to hit someone. But if the other guy threw the first punch, I don't think fighting back would count as a crime. And besides..." His sharp gaze slowly landed on Jameson, and the light chuckle that escaped was laced with disdain. "I never touched his face." In fact, not all of Jameson's injuries were from Oliver. Those over-the-top streaks of blood, the swelling on his cheek—none of that was his doing. Just a few days ago, he'd watched Adrian rough someone up. Every hit was calculated—fierce, but hidden beneath clothes where nobody could see. Only an amateur would make it obvious. And Oliver? He wasn't that dumb. And even if there was blood, like Nathan reminded him, he kne