The room instantly filled with the sound of objects ttering.


    Rachel had already left, so why did shee back? What the hell was Yvette doing? Not only did the people she sent out fail to get rid of Rachel, but now she was even back alive.


    And those investments she had made before, why did William suddenly start asking questions about them now? Samantha didn’t believe for a second that all this was just a coincidence.


    But it was fine. Tyler wouldn’t just sit back and watch William get locked up like that. No matter what, they were still family.


    Samantha walked into the bathroom, freshened up quickly, and even put on a full face of makeup. Looking at her own cute yet yful reflection in the mirror, especially those innocent–looking eyes, she was sure Tyler wouldn’t be able to say no.


    At seven in the evening, Rachel was sitting in the car confirming the final details. “Mr. Wattson, are you sure we’ll win the case?


    “T


    “Don’t worry, Ms. Lloyd. Your ex–husband breached the contract by throwing someone out. Even if you can’t get the house back, he’ll definitely have to pay the penalty.”


    Rachel finally let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for your help.”


    She sorted out a few more things rted to William while still in the car. From the looks of it, if no one pulled strings, he might


    be stuck inside for a week.


    If her disappearance case from five years ago kept resurfacing, then even if awyer stepped in, there was no guarantee they could get William out. Public opinion alone would make that nearly impossible. The police wouldn’t dare go against what the public wanted.


    By the time she arrived at Tyler’s apartment, it was already seven. Rachel had been dealing with things all day and was absolutely starving. If she’d known<b>, </b>she would’ve bought something to eat on the way.


    She walked up to the door and knocked. No one answered. Looking at the familiar keypad, she wondered if Tyler had changed the code after all these years.


    Rachel tried entering a series of numbers. The code had always resembled her birthday, which was why she remembered it so


    clearly.


    She tapped in the digits and hit confirm.


    Ding.


    Rachel blinked in surprise. The door had actually opened.


    So Tyler really was sentimental. After all this time, he hadn’t changed the code.


    She gently pushed the door open and saw Tyler sitting right there on the couch. He was already in his loungewear, slouchedzily with zero tension in his posture.


    His legs were crossed as he held his phone. He was staring at her now. His eyes were darker than most, and although he looked half–asleep, Rachel couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just stepped into a hunter’s line of sight.


    She frowned. “You were home? Why didn’t you open the door?”


    Tyler propped his head up with one hand and answered slowly, “Didn’t feel like moving. Besides, didn’t you get in anyway?”


    “Only because I happened to remember the code.”


    “Well, good thing you did.” Tyler shifted positions and nced at her before going back to his phone. “I haven’t eaten yet. Rachel, why don’t you make us something?”


    Rachel didn’t bother arguing with him. She was hungry too, after all.


    She <b>headed </b>straight for the kitchen. It was like muscle memory at <b>this </b>point. Opening the fridge, she saw it was unsurprisingly stuffed with food.


    She raised an eyebrow. Did Tyler spend a lot of time living here these past few years?


    If it was for work<b>, </b>it would’ve made more sense for him to stay in a ce downtown. This apartment was at least two hours from his office.


    But that was his private affair, and Rachel wasn’t about to pry.


    She took out some groceries and started steaming rice. As she moved about, she noticed Ray wasn’t around and casually asked, ” Where’s Ray?”


    “Dead.”