Countdown to My Divorce

Huh?

Rachel’s jaw hit the floor. This was her first time hearing someone ask to be stolen. Even the way it was phrased sounded strange.

Rachel knew she couldn’t outwit Tyler. The gears in his brain turned in a completely different way, and he always had a cutting remark at the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll go upstairs to get it,” she said.

Tyler watched Rachel’s back as she disappeared, his dog following suit.

At Lewis Enterprise, William and Samantha were out meeting a client after talking about Cecilia.

On the way, they bumped into Howard. Somehow, he didn’t look his usual arrogant self; he seemed less rough around the edges.

William remembered how Howard called him to inform him that Rachel was with Tyler, and that he didn’t have time to settle scores with him before.

William opened the door and hopped out of the car, making a beeline for Howard. He grabbed Howard’s collar, shooting the latter a vicious glare.

I’m warning you. Touch Rachel one more time, and

spoiled rotten by his family since childhood. No matter what trouble he got himself into, he could always count on his family to bail him out. That was

struck no fear in Howard’s heart. On the contrary,

for me, you’d still be in the dark about your wife and Tyler. How were things in there? Did Tyler have a good roll in

showed no signs of restraint, the wicked

his lips, his usual calm and composed demeanor all but gone. The veins on his forehead popped, and he exuded a menacing

grip over Howard’s collar and bit out angrily, “Say that

nothing more than to give Howard a good

a finger on me, and I’ll pull out all our funds from your company. When

about to pull a punch, but immediately

the guts Tyler has,”

had the guts to get someone to drug him. Howard couldn’t quite confirm that, though, because he had drugged

loggerheads with each other, and would never fail to clash head–on whenever they crossed

in William’s eyes, Howard slowly pried William’s fingers away

spend more time paying attention to Tyler and your wife. On second thought, perhaps it doesn’t matter. The goods are still kept within