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.

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.

Howard’s heart. On the contrary, his usual arrogance reappeared on his

be in the dark about your wife

bold; he showed no signs of restraint, the

composed demeanor all but gone. The veins on

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

than to

Our families are currently business partners. Lay a finger on me, and I’ll pull out all our funds from your company.

about to pull a punch, but immediately held back at

don’t have the guts Tyler has,” Howard

to get someone to drug him. Howard couldn’t quite confirm

been at loggerheads with each other, and

slowly pried William’s fingers

spending your time on me, you should spend more time paying attention to Tyler and your wife. On second thought, perhaps it doesn’t