Chapter 203 Coercion and Enticement

Chapter 203 Coercion and Enticement

Tyrell had certainly seen plenty of women who were either trembling with fear, fawning and flattering, or putting on airs of superiority in front of him.

Someone like Olivia, who dared to confront him so directly despite being at a disadvantage, was truly one of a kind.

This vibrant, spirited feeling made his heart, accustomed to scheming and coldness, strangely restless.

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice with a seductive ambiguity in his tone.

"Alright, since Ms. Smith is so straightforward, I won't beat around the bush either, Olivia."

He switched to using her first name directly, staring at her intensely.

"I know there have been some misunderstandings before, including those false rumors online, and..."

"Some things that may have caused you trouble."

He paused, observing Olivia's reaction. Seeing that she just listened with a cold expression, he continued.

"All of this, I can make it disappear."

"The plagiarism scandal, I can help you completely clear it up and restore your and your studio's reputation."

"Those messy rumors, I can make them die down instantly. And even more, I can bring you better resources and make your studio top-tier in the industry."

The conditions he offered sounded incredibly tempting, enough to move any designer facing career bottlenecks.

But at this moment, Olivia just sneered, her eyes full of mockery.

"Mr. Baldwin is really generous."

"And then? What's the price? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Tyrell looked at those eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts and smiled, his expression full of confidence.

"The price is simple."

"Leave Charles and be with me."

He finally showed his true intentions.

Olivia laughed as if she'd heard the biggest joke, her laughter clear but filled with undisguised ridicule.

"Tyrell, are you okay?"

"Daydreaming in broad daylight? You want me to leave Charles and be with you? What makes you think that?!"

"Your shady business dealings? Or those useless people under you who only know how to stalk and intimidate women?"

With each sentence she spoke, Tyrell's smile faded a bit more, and his eyes grew darker.

Olivia stopped laughing, sat up straight, and spoke with crystal clarity and firm determination.

"Let me tell you, Tyrell, listen carefully..."

"I, Olivia, in this life, the next life, and forever, will never leave Charles!"

"I love him, only him! Take your dirty tricks and schemes and put them away—stop disgusting people with them!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a tempered blade, stabbing hard into Tyrell's heart.

The determination and contempt in her eyes completely enraged him.

He had never failed to get what he wanted! Especially women!

Tyrell slammed the table hard, making the coffee cup jump, with brown liquid splashing everywhere.

The gentle mask on his face tore away instantly, revealing the vicious truth beneath, his eyes frighteningly sinister.

Other customers in the café were startled by the commotion and turned to look.

Tyrell completely ignored the others' gazes. He stared at Olivia, his voice squeezing through his teeth with bone-chilling coldness.

"Olivia, don't push it too far!"

Olivia's heart skipped a beat at his sudden rage.

But she wouldn't back down. She forced herself to meet his gaze without retreating.

Tyrell gritted his teeth and issued his final ultimatum.

"I'll give you one last chance—be with me. Otherwise,"

He sneered, the threat in his tone undisguised.

"I'll destroy Charles! Destroy the Green family! Destroy the entire Green Group! I'll make him lose everything and kneel on the ground like a dog begging me!"

"I'll make you watch with your own eyes how the man you claim to love deeply becomes worthless and pathetic because of you!"

Tyrell leaned close to Olivia and said viciously, "Then we'll see if you can still say you love him as tough as you are now!"

Olivia's face instantly turned very ugly, her fingers gripping the table edge tightly, knuckles white.

Tyrell's threat didn't sound like a joke. He had the ability and the madness to do it!

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an icy hand, fear flooding over her like a tide.

She wasn't afraid of Tyrell coming after her, but she was afraid Charles would be hurt because of her!

She was afraid the Green family's generations of hard work would be destroyed!

Seeing her face instantly drain of color and the flash of fear in her eyes, Tyrell smiled with satisfaction.

He knew he'd hit her weak spot.

He leaned back in his chair, regaining some composure, as if the furious person just now wasn't him.

"Think it over carefully, Ms. Smith."

He picked up a napkin and leisurely wiped the coffee stains on his hand, his tone carrying a cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"Choose between staying with a loser who's about to have nothing, or choosing me and having everything you want?"

"I'll give you three days to think about it."

With that, he stopped looking at Olivia, stood up directly, straightened his suit, and left the café like a victor.

Leaving Olivia alone, sitting there in a daze, her whole body cold.

Tyrell's vicious threats still echoed in her ears, wrapping around her heart like a poisonous snake.

She didn't know what methods Tyrell would use.

But she knew that if he said it, he would definitely do it!

What should she do? What could she do?

She sat there, lost and distracted.

It wasn't until a server cautiously approached to ask if she needed help that she suddenly snapped back to reality.

She took out her phone and saw the call with Charles was still connected on the screen—more than twenty minutes had passed.

He... he heard everything!

"Olivia?"

Charles's anxious voice came through the phone.

"Are you okay? Did he leave? I'm coming to pick you up right now!"

The moment she heard Charles's voice, Olivia's forced strength instantly crumbled, and tears rolled down without warning.

She covered her mouth to keep from crying out loud, choking into the phone.

"Charles... I... I'm scared..."

She wasn't afraid of Tyrell coming after her—she was only afraid he would hurt the person she loved most.

Charles practically raced to the café.

As soon as he entered, he saw Olivia sitting alone in the booth, head down, shoulders slightly trembling.

That fragile, helpless appearance made his heart ache as if it were pierced by needles.

He rushed over in a few steps and crouched down in front of her, holding her ice-cold hands.

"Olivia, look at me."

Olivia lifted her head, tears still on her face, eyes red, like a frightened little rabbit.

Charles's heart tightened even more.