Rachel tried calling for a ride, but in a ce like this there was hardly even another soul around. There was also <b>no </b>way she could walk back to the city. By the time she got there, Jim would’ve long been dead.


    Tyler really was the kind of man who held a grudge.


    After five years, he must’ve built up plenty of resentment toward her.


    If it had been anyone else, money might’ve been enough to smooth things over, but Tyler wasn’t just anyone. He looked like the cool, detached type, but Rachel could tell from that contract just how controlling he really was.


    The man hated being made a fool of. Honestly, who would dare to mess with him? He was the golden boy and the undisputed ‘king‘ of Yurelia City now.


    Even just hearing his name was enough to make people tread carefully.


    Worse still, the one who had yed him was a woman.


    Rachel had just turned to leave when she spotted something. The car key was still in the ignition. An idea urred to her. She nced back at the apartment.


    Maybe Tyler had forgotten to pull the key, or maybe he didn’t think she’d dare take it.


    It didn’t matter either way. Right now, she had to get back to the hospital.


    If escape wasn’t possible for now, then she’d just have to face everything head–on.


    Rachel yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat.


    With a roar, the engine started, and the car peeled away from the curb.


    Back in the apartment, Tyler sat on the couch and rubbed his brow. He looked exhausted.


    Rayy on the floor and sniffed his leg. He looked as if he sensed something off about Tyler today. He scooted closer and rubbed against Tyler’s foot.


    Tyler blinked open his eyes and reached down, gently scratching behind Ray’s ears. His deep voice came out like a murmur. “She’s back.”


    Ray hopped up onto the couch, sniffed his hand, and licked his fingers.


    Tyler paused mid–motion and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Do you still remember her?”


    Ray wagged his tail like crazy.


    Tyler smiled and leaned back against the couch.


    His breathing slowed, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly as he exhaled. His left hand dangled off the side of the couch. There was still a half–burned cigarette wedged between his fingers.


    He stared nkly at the ceiling. Hisshes cast faint shadows under his eyes.


    If it weren’t for Jim falling ill and having very little time left, Rachel would probably never have shown her face again. She’d have stayed out there forever, dead to the world<b>. </b>


    He had no idea how much time passed before his phone suddenly buzzed.


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    It was a message from Jason with a photo attached.


    [What happened to you, Tyler? Do you think just because you run Yurelia City now, you <b>can </b>start parking your car in the middle of the road like this? Seriously, this is your prized ride. In broad daylight, too. Are you drunk or something?]


    There was another one from Luke.


    [<b>If </b>you don’t move that car soon<b>, </b>someone’s going to move it for you.]


    Tyler had been feeling drowsy, but those messages woke him up instantly.


    He tapped on the photo. His car, the same one that had been parked outside the apartment, was now stopped in


    the middle of the road in the city. It hadpletely stalled all traffic.


    He shot up from the couch and opened the front door. His car was gone.


    It had to be Rachel.


    After all these years, she’de back sharper than ever. Now, she even knew how to steal cars.


    Tyler grabbed his phone and called Yale. “Move the car parked on A2 Highway.”


    Yale was so stunned that he thought he’d misheard. “Mr. Hunt, sorry, did you just say move the car on A2 Highway?”


    “Did I stutter?”