Rachel was rendered speechless by his words.


    The way he put it…


    What did he mean by “secretly climb into his bed?”


    Just then, Tyler read something that made his brows furrow. Rachel saw it too, and her expression shifted.


    Before she had the chance to ask further, her phone buzzed. She looked to see a call from Cecilia and answered it without a second thought.


    “What’s the matter, Cecilia?”


    “Goodness, something huge just happened! Were you with Mr. Hunt the entire nightst night?”


    Rachel nodded, still in a daze. “How did you know?”


    “I’m not the only one who knows about it. Everyone on the inte does! You even went to the barst night with Mr. Hunt, and he got injured. The police were involved, and you stayed by Mr. Hunt’s side the entire night. Am I right?”


    Rachel’s head buzzed when she heard that everyone on the inte had found out.


    Only one thought crossed her mind–she was doomed!


    Cecilia, not hearing any response from Rachel, called out to her.


    “Check your phone for thetest news. Don’t bothering into the office for now. I’m sure the paparazzi will be crowding the entrance. Make sure you don’t get photographed, or William will surely kill you.”


    Rachel dicked on today’s news and saw the giaring headline.


    “Mrs. Lewis on a rendezvous with Mr. Hunt of LS Enterprise! Marriage troubles ahead!”


    The detailed report below exaggerated things even further. By the time Rachel was done reading it, she was in awe of the creativity of these reporters.


    Instead of being reporters, they were probably better at being web novelists.


    William’s call came very soon.


    Rachel saw his name appear on her phone screen and, for the first time in her life, didn’t dare answer his call.


    She pursed her lips anxiously.


    Tyler walked to the windows and looked out<b>, </b>only to realize that the entrance was surrounded by the media.


    Rachel walked over to the windows and almost fainted at the scene below. “Why are there so many people downstairs?”


    Tyler could only dial Yale, to whom he ordered icily, “Find a way to get rid of the paparazzi at the entrance!”


    “Mr. Hunt… Every single mediapany in Yurelia City is gathered downstairs<b>, </b>not just one or two of them.”


    Tyler frowned. “Are you trying to tell me to think of a solution myself?”


    Yale shuddered. “N–No, sir… I’ll find a solution right away.”


    Tyler gave hit an ultimatum. “I’m giving you five minutes. If you don’te up <b>with </b>something, don’t bother reporting to <b>work </b>tomorrow!”


    Tyler was about to hang up when Yale added, “Wait, Mr. Hunt, there’s one more thing…I just received news that William Lewis is rushing over right now!”


    This time, Rachel heard it loud and clear–it made her heart almost stop. She started feeling like the sky was falling.


    Tyler hung up.


    Rachel sat down on the chair. The entrance was surrounded by the paparazzi, and they were stuck in here. If they tried heading out, it would only confirm the rumors spreading like wildfire.


    The heavens must be ying a trick on her. She was nning to leave Yurelia City tomorrow. Why did she have to be dealt with such a hand at a critical time like this?


    Tyler looked at Rachel sitting there in a daze. He pulled out a cigarette and tilted his head as he lit it.


    “Are you giving up already?”


    Instead of being in a panic, Rachel was surprisingly calm andposed. She looked up and shed Tyler a smile.


    “The entrance ispletely jammed up by reporters. I suppose that’s the same for every nook and cranny in this vicinity.”


    Tyler leaned against the headboard of the bed and flicked off some ashes from his cigarette.


    “How are you going to exin things to Williamter?”