The Trillionaire Villain: I Shall Trample Every Protagonist

Ch 3: Give Back All What I Have Invested

Liam decided to step back for the moment and wait for an opportunity in the future to teach Oliver a lesson.

From the sofa, Oliver saw the protagonist's inner turmoil. 

He knew exactly why Liam was holding back, and it was precisely because of this that he was using this opportunity to suppress him and earn points.

In fact, even if these bodyguards with their guns had a 90% chance to kill Liam, he wouldn't order them to shoot.

Oliver knew that these protagonists, also known as "Children of Luck," were like cockroaches and were extremely difficult to kill.

Unless the probability was 100%, attacking them would only make these protagonists either break through in strength on the spot or flee back to grow stronger, which would only bring more danger later.

Due to their absurd luck, these protagonists had a lot of trump cards.

So, Oliver ignored Liam entirely for the moment and shifted his attention to the woman.

"Since President Emma is so desperate to pursue 'freedom' and 'pure love,' the Jones Family naturally cannot be the wicked villain standing in your way."

He leaned back into the sofa and gestured to the lawyer he had prepared specifically for today's theater.

"Michael. Read out the list. I want President Emma to hear exactly how many resources the Jones Family has bled into the Wright Group over the past two years just to maintain this 'marriage without an emotional foundation.'"

"Very well, President Oliver."

Michael opened his briefcase, took out a thick stack of documents, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and spoke in a mechanical, cold voice, like a judge reading out a death sentence.

"Two years ago, the Wright Group's capital chain ruptured, leaving it on the verge of total bankruptcy. DJI Finance, a subsidiary of the Jones Corporation, injected thirty million dollars in life-saving funds at zero interest to plug the deficit."

At the very first sentence, Emma's knees trembled slightly. All the blood drained from her face, making her red lips lose color.

Michael didn't pause for her comfort. He flipped the page.

"Shortly after, the Wright Group attempted to expand its overseas channels but repeatedly hit a wall. The Jones Family stepped in as guarantor, surrendering a 5% share of our Northeastern market, equivalent to a market value of roughly 45 million USD, solely to pave the way for the Wright Group."

"One year ago, the Wright Group's new materials R&D center hit critical technical bottlenecks. The Jones Corporation mobilized top-tier researchers from the Klein Academy of Science, providing free technical support alongside an additional capital investment of twenty million. Furthermore, over the last twenty-four months, by leveraging President Emma’s status as the 'future young mistress of the Jones family,' the Wright Group secured inspection-free regulatory approvals, green-lit municipal projects, and various unsecured bank loans across the capital, involving a total sum of 100 million."

Each number was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard against Emma's heart.

Michael closed the file, looked up, and fixed his sharp gaze on Emma.

"Miss Emma, as per Article 5 of the 'Pre-marital Commercial Supplementary Agreement' signed by both family heads: Should the female party unilaterally move to terminate the engagement, she is legally obligated to return all direct capital investments, forfeit all channel shares, and pay an additional 40% penalty on the total sum. This is payable within three working days."

A suffocating silence fell upon the room, and only the slight rustling of Michael flipping through the documents could be heard.

Oliver picked up his teacup and gently blew off the steam and spoke.

"So, the principal of 95 million, plus the cash equivalent of the invisible resources and the breach-of-contract penalty... let's be generous and round it up to a flat 250 million USD."

He lifted his eyelids, and his gaze pierced straight through Emma's bravado like a blade.

"Tell me, President Wright. Do you intend to pay by card or by check?"

This time, Emma was completely panicked. Her proud, iceberg-like face was now covered in cold sweat, and she could barely stand.

250 million USD.

Let alone 250 million, the Wright Group couldn't even come up with 25 million in liquid capital right now.

Having always presented herself as an independent woman, believing that the Wright Group's current glory was entirely due to her own hard work day and night and her exceptional business talent, she hated it when people saw her as Oliver's accessory, and she hated this marriage.

Until this moment, when that veil of decency was ruthlessly torn away by Oliver, and the bloody reality was laid bare before her.

Without the towering tree of the Jones Family supporting her from behind, she, Emma, and her proud Wright Group were nothing more than an empty shell that could collapse at any moment.

"Oli... Oliver..."

Emma's voice trembled, losing its usual aloofness and confidence, carrying an undeniable hint of pleading.

"You know very well what the Wright family's current financial situation is. All the funds are tied up in that big project in the northern suburbs. 250 million... I can't come up with that. You... you are forcing the Wright family onto a dead end!"

"Forcing you?"

Oliver laughed, as if he had heard some huge joke.

He set down the teacup, the porcelain making a crisp sound as it collided.

"Emma, are you overestimating yourself? Without my Jones family, your Wright family could have gone bankrupt long ago. But do you really think the Jones family runs a charity? My Jones family poured hundreds of millions of dollars in real money, only to have you bring some wild man here today to slap me in the face?"

The smile on Oliver's face faded bit by bit, replaced by absolute coldness and boiling rage.

"You pursue your freedom, and I take back my investment. It's a fair and reasonable transaction, so how did it become me forcing you? As an adult, once you make a choice, you must have the awareness to bear the consequences."

Emma felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She looked at Oliver sitting on the sofa, only to find the man in front of her was completely unfamiliar.

Where had the eldest son of the Jones family gone, the one who was always obedient and fawning toward her?

Panic, regret, helplessness—all these emotions merged and almost swallowed Emma whole. But perhaps she was so unaccustomed to these emotions that even after fully understanding the reality, she couldn't accept it.

And seeing that even after her pleading, Oliver refused to back down, she was furious.

She, Emma, had already lowered herself enough to speak pitifully to him and told him she couldn't come up with such a huge amount.

Was this not enough for him?

"Hmph! You dare to refuse me? Oliver, I order you to kneel and ask for forgiveness right now, or else I won't ever see your face again!"