Oliver pulled out from the chair he was sitting on, his forehead and neck was gradually getting covered in sweat.

"Listen to me Linda...." he tried to say.

"Their is no point listening to you Oliver, I have told you and I would say it again, be a good boy and we are cool, I do not want or need your God damn money!" He yelled gritting her teeth.

Oliver hit his hand on the table clenching his fist tight "if Erica ever gets that video Linda, I promise you one thing, I would kill you and gladly go to jail."

Oliver walked away heading back to his car.

Eli...