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Her Exit 452

    Just as Willlian proflied open the office door, be into someone he had been wanting to see


    traded aring at the warte fine–Rachel


    Barbel hadn’t expected to bump into William beg, either Tyler had already taken her home, but the received ast–minute message that there had been a breakthrough in lim’s case.


    She didn’t send to guess who was behind it. No me but Tyler could have pulled it off in such a


    short the


    And so, she mustand over to thank him and to take are of something else.


    1 blikam had recently bom prepung ta contact persees partners to restart an old project. If be couldnd the deal, all of his tent problem would be revoked.


    Would Rachel allow that to happen


    Freon the momms William had done everything his power to destroy him, they were to longent stangens they were mines, Williams het mend her caputation and made her carry the me for his and Samantha’s actions for yet now, with Jim’s days numbered, William And sail falsely we hum, only dragging him into disaster


    Wim wanith guy from all of in


    matched wallend night past im as if she hath seen him, heading straight toward Tyler


    Once upon a time, she wandid! be funched at him with nothing but love. Now, she treated kira lice Be was otsibite


    That after infiffiorance andplete distagard rude the siready irritable William even <b>more </b>Bhattavas, chan miting whether Eyle wy, he touched out and grabbed Kachel by


    he wants is war was eng and fall of resentment.


    “Rachel, have you fallen this low? Showing up after partyst night just to get close to fason? What a pate? Tums outsan was just a smoke. Your real target was Tyder, wasn’t in?”


    Rachel didn’t even bother banking at him. Though he gripped her wrist rightly, her expressionaned catd and unscaldin


    20 was because she had caped to act by len’s opinion in the past that she had livest so musically. The man she wore loved had turned round and stabbed her in that back


    she still chung to the past below, she might as well have been deat


    Now, when sie kooked at that, there was er we nor hatred. What remained was cult


    am, ar you calling me chep? What do Since we’ve nothing to each other wymure, who


    you? Don’t forget’e decaly distant


    sewy wits and wh I’m a ship


    with has nothing to do with you.”


    William hadn’t expected Rachel, who was usually so quiet and reserved, to speak with such


    harsh words.


    Every sentence stabbed deep, like a knife to his chest.


    His brows furrowed deeply.


    “Rachel, you…”


    But Rachel wasn’t finished. If it weren’t for the disgust William had caused her to feel with everything he had done, she would’ve never believed she could speak so harshly.


    ‘And another thing, William. Even if I had to marry a random man off the street, I would never get back together with you.”


    William, born into wealth and status, had never suffered such humiliation in his life. Yet, Rachel made him sound like a patheticpdog, throwing himself at someone who didn’t want


    him.


    His eyes were bloodshot. His fists clenched, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.


    “Say that again! I dare you!”


    Rachel, however, wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Word by word, she said firmly, “Please show yourself some respect, Mr. Lewis.”


    William suddenly grabbed her shoulders with both hands. He had lost hisposure entirely. “You’re my wife! What right do you have to say that to me?”


    Rachel tried to push him off, but with his current state of mind,pletely out of control, she didn’t stand a chance. Even on a normal day, she couldn’t overpower him.


    “William, this is not the ce for your tantrum!”


    A man’s stern voice rang out.


    The next second, a heavy punchnded squarely on William’s face.
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