Was he treating her like a dog?
Rachel hurriedly smacked his hand away.
“Can I ask you something?”
Tyler leaned backfortably in his seat as he cast Rachel a sideways nce, his incisive gaze boring through her.
“You want to ask about William’s uncle, right?”
Rachel knew that pretending to be smart in front of Tyler would only be repulsive to him, who was genuinely smart and able to see through her in an instant.
She decided to be honest.
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to ask me that question. William will be at my father’s birthday celebration. Since he’ll be there, his uncle will surely be there, too.”
Rachel understood what Tyler left unspoken. He meant that when that day came, she would naturally find out who William’s
uncle was.
There was no need for her to ask that question now.
This time, she was going to find out the identity of this secretive man who had been hiding his identity for years.
She was bing increasingly curious about him, especially since she felt some kind of connection with him on more than one
asion.
She also really wanted to know the kind of man who could exert such control over William.
The next day, Rachel received a call from Cecilia.
“You’d better hurry!” Cecilia urged. “Dy any further, and the project might end up in William’s hands. It’s like he’s on steroids; he’s trying to close deals with all he’s got. He’s probably all worked up because of you. The tables have turned, and Rachel Lloyd of today is no longer someone he is worthy of.”
Even Cecilia was of the mind that Rachel was back with a vengeance<b>. </b>
The moment Rachel returned, she dealt William such a huge blow that he was caughtpletely off–guard.
Rachel suddenly recalled something. “Give me a moment. Let me rab myptop and send you the proposal…”
She was about to run somewhere when a thought suddenly came to mind.
Oh no! She was at Tyler’s apartment<b>, </b>not hers.
<b>“</b>I’m<b>…</b><b>I’m </b>not at home right now<i>.</i>”
Cecilia found her words absurd. “Where are you right now, if not me?”
<b>“</b>Um<b>, </b>I’m at…” Rachel stuttered, unable to bring herself to say that she was at Tyler’s.
Sensing her hesitation, Cecilia assumed that she was in trouble and asked anxiously, “Tell me where you are right now<b>, </b><b>quick</b>! <b>Are </b><b>you </b>in some kind of danger?”
She lowered her <b>voice</b><b>. </b>“If you are<b>, </b>cough once and I’ll call the police.”
Cecilia was being extra careful about Rachel’s safety as thetter was always in all sorts of trouble in <b>the </b>past. Anything that felt slightly amiss made her anxious.
Rachel was worried that Cecilia might really call the police. Left with no choice, she had to tell Cecilia the truth.
“I’m at Mr. Hunt’s ce.”
Rachel immediately pulled the phone away from her ear. Having been friends with Cecilia for so long, she could anticipate thetter’s reaction in a split second.
“Mr. Hunt?! You two? When did you two start? Rachel, how could you not tell me something so major?” Cecilia eximed in
shock, her voice rising.
Rachel put the phone back to her ear. “Can you tone it down a little You almost burst my eardrums.”
“Anyone would be shocked at the news. When did you two get together? Are you two seriously together for real?”
Cecilia sensed something amiss right away,
“That’s not right. You were supposed to be looking for Mr. Lewis‘ uncle to help with your father’s situation, right? How did you end up with Mr. Hunt…”
Cecilia paused for a moment and suddenly shrieked, “Is…is Mr. Hunt actually Mr. Lewis‘ uncle?”