Bab 362: Chapter 362 Poke The Bear

Oliver's composed demeanour cracked slightly, his jaw tightening as he straightened in his chair. "You think I fumbled Rakim?" His voice dropped, cold and cutting. "I made Rakim what he is. I pulled him out of obscurity that is the US and put him in the spotlight. Before me all they said about him was his descent for a player from the US now they call him a genius. That was all me, ME don't you forget that!"

"Without me, you'd still be languishing in England trying to catch the attention of some feeder team or academy so show some respect!" he continued now staring dangerously into the eyes of Mateo daring him to refute his words.

The room fell silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Matteo's glare met Oliver's icy stare, neither willing to back down. Matteo's knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table, while Oliver's perfectly polished shoe tapped an impatient rhythm against the tiled floor.