Meatballs were something Mnie used to make for Tyler.


    Rachel was Mnie’s daughter. Thatbined was enough to rouse Samantha’s suspicions.


    With feigned casualness, Samantha said, “Mr. Hunt, do you have guest here today? So sorry for bothering you. Is that guest Rachel, by any chance?”


    Tyler couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on Samantha. He removed his watch, mming it hard on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his legs.


    “Samantha Judd, I don’t have time for you to stick your nose in my affairs. Hurry up and say what you have to say, or scram!”


    Despite already knowing what she was in for, Tyler’s tant rejection still embarrassed Samantha. She was on the verge of breaking down.


    She clenched her fists, then took a deep breath and tried hard to calm herself down.


    “Mr. Hunt, my mom said that Grandfather has already spoken to you about getting William out as soon as you can. Is there anything that’s holding you back?”


    Rachel stered her ear to the door, trying hard to eavesdrop. Despite her greatest efforts, she couldn’t quite make out their conversation except for the notion that Samantha was here for William.


    Her heart clenched.


    If Tyler interfered, her chances of victory would be slimmer.


    Rather, defeat was certain if Tyler intervened. Everything Rachel had worked hard for during this period would all be in vain.


    Tyler mopped the floor clean while Samantha remained standing rooted to the ground. She didn’t dare to take a seat when he didn’t give her the go–ahead.


    From her angle, she could see his sharp jawline and elegantly carved features.


    Tyler stood up straight and said coldly, “Since when was it your ce to tell me what I should do?”


    Samantha immediately lowered her head.


    “Mr. Hunt, that’s not what I meant. At the end of the day, you and William are family. Why let an outsider destroy our family’s peace and harmony?”


    Tyler sneered, “How long have you been married into the Lewis family? Do you really know what goes on between me and them? I advise you not to be so nosy. I don’t even care what my father says, so what makes you think I’ll care about what you say?


    His words were cutting and hard–hitting, piercing Samantha right through her chest.


    She stood right where she was, her feet rooted to the ground, unable to speak. She bit her lip hard, feeling viciously humiliated by Tyler.


    “I trust you have your considerations, Mr. Hunt. I won’t bother you any longer. May I use your washroom before I leave?”


    “Go ahead.”


    Tyler didn’t stop her.


    Rachel saw Samantha walking up the stairs from the gap in the door and hurriedly looked around the room for a ce to hide.


    But… Where would be a good spot for her to hide? Everything was in in view!


    The only feasible ce was the wardrobe.


    Left with no choice, she pulled the wardrobe door open and stuffed herself in.


    The moment Rachel shut the wardrobe door, Samantha entered the washroom. She flung the washroom door open and saw no one inside.


    Samantha was certain that Rachel was in Tyler’s apartment.


    Tyler’s room was simply furnished, with just a bed, a wardrobe, and a coffee table by the bay window. Hiding in his room was close to impossible.


    There was only one ce left.


    As long as she could prove that Rachel was still alive, there might be hope for William’s release, even without Tyler’s help.


    With that in mind, Samantha approached the wardrobe and reached out to open it.


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