Tyler softened his <b>tone</b>. “If you want my help, sure, but I do have one condition.”
Rachel’s eyes lit up instantly. “<b>Name </b>it.”
At this point, if Tyler was willing to help her, she’d agree to just about anything.
“You’ll sign an agreement. For the next year, you’ll be my hypnotherapist and my personal assistant. That includes making coffee and handling all the mundane stuff.”
It wasn’t that big of a deal for Rachel. But a year? She didn’t even have a week to spare, she needed to leave soon. Still, if she said <b>no</b>, the opportunity might disappear in a sh.
Considering how cold and stubborn Tyler could be, the fact that he was even offering was rare enough to make hell freeze over.
Tyler saw her hesitate and <b>frowned</b>. “What? You need to think about such a small request? Are you afraid William might find out?
Rachel didn’t dare admit it was because she had ns to disappear, Even if she signed the contract now, it’d be nothing more <b>than </b>an empty promise.
She hadn’t fully processed what Tyler <b>had </b>said. She just nodded.
“Yeah.”
The next second, Tyler’s eyes dimmed, and he mmed his coffee cup down on the table with a sharp ck. “Ms. <b>Lloyd</b>, if it’s too much of an inconvenience, let’s just forget this ever happened.
<b>Rachel </b>panicked. “No, that’s not what I meant. I’ll <b>do </b>it.”
Tyler turned slightly and eyed her carefully. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Rachel couldn’t afford to care anymore. As long as Tyler agreed to help, everything else would fall into ce. Once she was gone he’d never find her anyway. Where she was going was strictly confidential.
Whatever mess came after, someone else could clean it up.
Tyler smirked.
“There’s a copy of the contract on the desk in the upstairs study. Gesign it. It’ll be effective starting tonight.”
“<b>What</b>?” Rachel troze. That meant Tyler had already nned this in advance.
Before she’d even made up her mind, and before she’d evene to him for help, he had already seen where everything was going
Everything was ying out exactly the way he’d expected<b>. </b>
A cold chill ran down her spine.
Was this man some kind of god? How could he <i>be </i>one step ahead all the time?
Rachel knew better than to ask. This <b>was </b>just Tyler’s experience and foresight at work, and her own stupidity had gotten her here.
She took a deep breath <b>and </b>slowly stood up. She walked toward thestudy upstairs.
Sure enough, on the desk was a document with ‘Contract‘ printed <i>neatly </i>at the top. Tyler was meticulous when it came to paperwork.
were written clearly, but what caught Rachel’s eye was the final line.
The terms were
“Any breach of contract is at your
OWIL risk.”
There was no <b>exnation </b>of <b>what </b>those consequences were, but the words <b>alone </b>were enough to make her nervous.
She felt a twinge of regret. What would Tyler do if she broke the contract?
For a moment, she almost backed out. If there was one thing that was clear, it was that Tyler Hunt was not someone anyone wanted to crOSS.
But there was no turning back now.
Rachel picked up the pen on the desk, hesitated for a second, then quickly signed her name at the bottom.
Downstairs, she handed the signed contract to Tyler.
“I’ve signed it. I hope you can act quickly. The day after tomorrow is an auspicious day. It’s the best time to move my mother’s grave.”