Oliver is one hell of a reason you should never ignore people regardless of the show they put on.

But wait, Oliver.

What where you doing here at Saltburn?

People may be quiet but they have well-shaped tiny missiles lined beneath their sleeves.

He had a mission and he was not loud about it. Never carried anyone along. Just himself alone.

A master strategist who spends time within the coffers of his coven, to think, making plans, and scheming possible ways to reach his target, interact with his target, and make them love him to the moon.

That was Oliver.

An ambitious young man whose aim is to wrestle Lucifer on his throne and take the lead in hatred, envy, maliciousness, and, untamed ferocity.

So calm. So gentle a man.

Thinking far ahead of his innocent victim, like a viper camouflaged within the long thin slender grasses waiting for its prey.

He never misses. So on point. Always in a good position to cause mayhem. And always available to clean up the mess through deceit and feigned innocence.

The viper didn't go unnoticed. But the observers and prey weren't as cunning, as dangerous, and as predatory as the predator.

Oliver, the evil genius was far ahead of them. Using subtlety and confusion to render his enemies powerless while presenting himself as the next thing close to paradise.

Oliver is full of unknown antipathy. A seething cauldron of jealousy and hatred.

He wanted Saltburn. And he was calm enough to plot his way to the end. Using one of the best war strategies to claim his glory - The infiltration method.

Pretend to be friends with your enemy. Let them welcome you to their abode without any suspicion. When the whole house feels relaxed, you strike. You make the chaos untraceable to you by diversion.

Now Saltburn belongs to him. He owns Saltburn.

Who can stop him?

See Oliver:
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