Chapter 18~ Dating

“Are you trying to force me?” Oliver narrowed his eyes at Adam Hart, the temperature in the room turning to a negative.

Adam gulped. Big fat beads of sweat coated his forehead at the threatening look Oliver was giving him. He might have been old, but Oliver was raised by a powerful man. His aura was just like his father, Henry Ford. Dominant, cold and ruthless.

“N-no. I’m-”

“Good. My answer is no,” Oliver rejected outright and Jessica gasped.

“Well, you do owe me that favour, Oliver. I helped you-”

“I do owe you," Oliver admitted. "And I'll repay you for your help. What do you need? Full control of a project? A subsidiary company? I can give you anything apart from marrying your daughter. I already have a woman I want to marry.”

Adam’s face contorted with anger. He pointed his finger at Oliver, waggling it and said, “How can you go back on your words-”

“I never agreed to marry your daughter, Mr Hart. She followed me around and even when she framed my woman, I didn’t punish h