Chapter 918

Olivia walked into the study, immediately catching the scent of cigarettes. She followed the trail of smoke and saw Tyler sitting on the sofa, a cigarette in his hand. The windows were open, letting in a gentle breeze that rustled the curtains. Tyler noticed her and seemed deep in thought as she entered the room. He glanced up at her and said, "Sit wherever you'd like." Olivia was dressed in a beige, lightweight trench coat and a pair of heels. Beneath the coat, she wore a tight, red dress that hugged her figure. Her wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her lips were painted a striking red. She looked elegant, with a mature kind of beauty that made her especially captivating at night. Despite her alluring appearance, Olivia could sense the coldness in Tyler's demeanor. It made her feel uneasy, and she slightly hunched her shoulders from the uncertainty. Still, she maintained her confident expression. "I can stand. Just say what you want to say," she said, her voice steady