“You need to make sure Oasis doesn’t get affected by this report.”


    Yale looked troubled. “Mr. Hunt, that can’t be helped. If we’d had one to kill the rumor early on, maybe Oasis wouldn’t have been affected. But now, it’s hard to say.”


    Tyler frowned in annoyance. “If you really can’t handle anything, st quit. Let’s not waste each other’s time.”


    Yale quickly shook his head. “No, no, Mr. Hunt, I can handle it. I’ll deal with it right away.”


    With that, he scooped the stack of files off the desk, Jurned, and hurried out.


    Just as he opened the office door, he ran straight into Rachel.


    Yale froze. “Ms. Lloyd.”


    Rachel almostughed out loud but kept a straight face and greeted him calmly. “Yale, thanks for bringing me those clothesst time.”


    Yale blushed as Rachel looked at him. He quickly lowered his head. “Ms. Lloyd, I still have to carry out Mr. Hunt’s instructions. I’ll leave now.”


    Rachel nodded.


    Yale walked past her to the elevator and pressed the button. He couldn’t help but nce back at where Rachel was standing.


    He reflexively touched his chest and realized how fast his heart was racing. Rachel really was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He had actually blushed just from her looking at him.


    Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but marvel at how Tyler had some serious self–control. If it were anyone else, they would’ve caved a long time ago.


    Rachel knocked politely on the door.


    “Come in.” Tyler’s voice came from inside.


    Rachel steadied herself. She then pushed the door open and walked up to his desk.


    “Mr. Hunt.”


    Tyler looked up. A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes. “How did you get in?”


    Rachel paused before answering honestly.


    “I told your security downstairs that I was Rachel, and that I was here to return your jacket. They let me in.”


    At that, something flickered in Tyler’s dark eyes. He had a faint, knowing smile. “Seems like they’re good at reading the room,” he murmured.


    “Sorry? What did you say, Mr. Hunt? I didn’t catch that.” Rachel thought he was talking to her.


    Tyler gave a small, awkward cough and returned to his senses. “Nothing. Didn’t you say you came to return my jacket? I wasn’t expecting it so soon.”


    “I didn’t get it back yet. The original jacket is still at the dry cleaner, and it might take a few more days. So I bought you a new one. I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”


    Rachel took the new jacket out of the bag.


    Tyler nced at thebel. He then looked at her with aplicated expression. “You really went all out. This thing’s expensive. Does William know?”


    It sounded like a simple question, but somehow,ing from Tyler, it carried a strange, ambiguous tone.


    “She had only bought him a recement jacket. <b>Why </b>did he have to bring William into it?


    Now it sounded like she’d snuck around behind William’s back to by something for Tyler.


    Technically, she had.


    <b>If </b>William found out, things would definitely blow up.


    Rachel didn’t respond. Instead, she quickly changed the subject.


    “Try it on. See if it fits.”


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