CHAPTER 210: CHAPTER 210: DON’T FORCE A LOSE-LOSE SITUATION ON US

Tyler Howard’s heart skipped a beat, genuine fear creeping in.

Because he was more aware than anyone else of how potent this drug’s effects were.

Right now, it was slowly infiltrating, unnoticed by Chloe Simpson. But if that fierce dose were administered, it’d surely be detected immediately.

If Chloe suspected something, and Alexander Johnson somehow uncovered anything—

He wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences!

"I don’t care, Tyler Howard. I only need to achieve my goal; everything else is irrelevant to me. And don’t forget, all these years, I’ve been the one supporting you from behind the scenes."

"Without me, you wouldn’t have been Ansun Hospital’s director for the past ten years. So you’d better weigh your options carefully and figure out what you should do!"

Gabriella Dyer, consumed by fury, didn’t care about any pleasantries.

Recently, nothing seemed to go her way. Her plans targeting Alexander Johnson kept getting thwarted.

Particularly with Selene Wilson and Alexander already engaged, and even the elderly patriarch who had just returned was highly satisfied with the Wilson Family’s eldest daughter.

She really couldn’t sit still any longer!

"Alright, I understand. Madam, don’t worry, I’ll definitely come up with a way to regain control. Oh, by the way, didn’t you mention that this Wilson Family eldest daughter would visit Ansun Hospital soon?"

"Wouldn’t that be a perfect opportunity? I think we can take action—right under the Wilson Family’s eldest daughter’s nose—and make Alexander and Chloe..."

Tyler Howard’s mind spun rapidly, conjuring up a promising idea.

It was certainly safer than resorting to that fierce dose.

"Fine, in that case, go ahead as you’ve proposed for now. We’ll see how it works first. If it doesn’t, that intense dose must be used!"

Gabriella reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone.

Tyler Howard finally set down his phone, letting out a long exhale.

After thinking through the next steps, he picked up his phone to call his assistant, instructing them on all the arrangements necessary for Alexander’s return and Selene Wilson’s visit.

In less than a day, Tyler Howard had everything set in motion.

Selene arrived smoothly at the psychological intervention clinic under Alexander Johnson’s supervision; the previous staff had all been reassigned back.

Lucas Hughes had long mentally prepared himself.

Only Chloe Simpson remained the last person unaware.

When she received notice about being reassigned to the psychological intervention clinic under Alexander Johnson, she was utterly stunned.

She genuinely hadn’t expected Alexander would return to the hospital—or that she would have to interact with him again.

Hadn’t she already fallen out with him?

Who was Alexander Johnson, after all? The Crown Prince of the Capital Circle—a man so far above everything. Why would he, after she’d said so many cruel things, still come back again?

"Alexander Johnson, why did you reassign me here? You’re the Young Master—you’ve never lacked women, especially considering all the awful things I said to you."

So, when she returned to the clinic, she went straight to his office and asked him bluntly.

"...Yes, you’re absolutely right. I don’t lack women. But I’ve never been defied by a woman the way you have. I won’t allow it! Chloe Simpson, it’s always me who abandons others, never the other way around!"

"And you will be no exception! Just wait—I will make you kneel before me and beg me to take you back!"

Alexander paused for a moment, noticed the figure outside the door, and smirked coldly as he spoke.

"...Impossible! Alexander Johnson, let me tell you—I would rather resign immediately than let you toy with me like a puppet!"

Chloe froze briefly, but then anger surged through her. She stormed out of the office, heading straight to Tyler Howard to submit her resignation.

Meanwhile, just outside the door, Selene Wilson stood there, still listening.

"Is that so, Chloe? It seems you’ve forgotten about your mother’s kidnapping incident," Alexander remarked, frowning as he spoke.

"You! Alexander Johnson! Don’t take your oppression too far! Just because you’re the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle, with power and influence, doesn’t mean you can act recklessly. Even a cornered dog will bite back, and a desperate rabbit will fight! Don’t push me into a corner—it’ll be mutual destruction if you do!"