Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think he’s pursuing me?”

Rachel looked confused. “Wasn’t he?”

She realized something was wrong the moment the words left her Ups.

“No, to be more accurate, he was pursuing both of us.”

Rachel didn’t know why seeing her with Tyler drove Howard mad. What exactly did he want?

Tyler dusted the ash from his cigarette with his fingers.

“You can say that Howard is interested in you. He sees me as an enemy he wants dead. The relationship between the three of us has become rather delicate. He’s getting a little too excited.”

Rachel said worriedly, “You should know that his grandfather treats him like a precious treasure. No one in Yurelia City dares to lay a finger on him. That collision seemed pretty serious. Will he get you in trouble?”

“He started it first. I was fighting a potential criminal. His grandfather should be thanking me for stopping his spoiled brat of a grandson from getting into even bigger trouble, which might drag their entire family down.”

Tyler spoke in a leisurely and relaxed tone, as if the car chase with Howard just now was nothing but a harmless game.

recalled a news report a few days ago–about Howard drugged and locked up in a small, dark room, almost to

he didn’t have the guts to lay a finger on Howard. The only one who could be behind it was this man before her,

is, you’d better watch

laughing; he flung the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with the

busybody about other people’s

do you mean by that? Would he make me compensate him for his

such cars in the world, she wouldn’t be able

bent over and whispered in a

heart tighten in

beyond the country. Would offending Howard affect her future

the tense look on Rachel’s face, her brows knitted together so

have no other way out, you

him doubtfully. “What can

and daily life. Play with him, take him for walks, and coax him to

shouldn’t be too difficult.”

landed on her slightly pale