Chapter 28
Olivia thought that if he could help her this time, she'd be willing to do
anything for him. She begged, âCan you ensure he avoids jail time and
clears his record? His future can't be ruined,â
Tyler scrutinized her face and expression, observing that her world
appeared to be crumbling
He idly toyed with a lighter in his hand, spinning it twice. âYou should
understand this isn't an easy situation to resolve, especially considering
heâs currently employed at the Harris Group.â He looked
cold.
Listening to his response, Olivia had a growing sense of dread. âII
know,â she faltered, her face dimming as she fell silent for a moment.
He continued, âWhy do young people seem so intent on ruining their
futures?â
Olivia's complexion paled, her lips trembling. âPlease help Jacob, Tyler.
I'm willing to do anything as long as you help him.â
Tyler looked at her with an unfathomable expression for a long
moment. âIs there anything you
wouldn't do for him?"
Olivia didnât fully grasp his meaning, looking even more humble now.
How could he not see that she was begging?
His expression turned grim as he instructed the driver, âInquire about
this. Find out who heâs offended.â
The driver immediately responded, âYes, Mr. Tyler.â He then got out of
the car right away to make a
call.
Inside the car, it was quiet-one occupant silent and the other with
hands resting on her knees, both wearing expressionless faces.
Nearly six minutes later, the driver returned to the car after the call. âI
made the call. Jacob did indeed offend someone powerful. He's the
second son of the president of Longevity Group.â
Tyler asked further, âWhat are their demands?â
The driver hesitated before answering, âThey didnât specify any
conditions, which means they want
him behind bars.â
Olivia clenched her hands so tightly that her fingernails threatened to
pierce her palms.
Tyler looked at her.
Olivia was at a loss for words, uncertain what else she could say. Still
reeling from last night's fever, this sudden and unforeseen crisis was
undeniably overwhelming. She blinked back tears, her humility even
more pronounced.
She couldn't do anything. She couldn't appeal to her family, so she had
no choice but to beg him.
Tyler averted his gaze and instructed the driver, âArrange for my
secretary to speak with the president of Longevity Groupâ
The driver answered, âYes, Mr. Tyler.â He proceeded to make another
call.
It wasn't until later that Tyler addressed her, saying, âI'll handle this. I'll
do my best to resolum die situation, okay?"
Olivia hadn't expected him to help her. In her current state, she was
uncertain how to express her gratitude. All she could manage were two
forced words, âThank you
He didnât look at her nor respond.
After almost an hour, the driver, who had been outside the car,
returned. âIt's taken care of, Mr. Tyler. He'll be released the day after
tomorrow.