Countdown to My Divorce

All of a sudden, Rachel didn’t know what to say to Tyler. She wasn that close to him, and couldn’t just ask him what he was busy with.

She hesitated for a moment before typing a few words.

[I have something important to discuss with you.]

After looking at the text over and over again and checking that there were no issues with it, Rachel sent it.

Yet, she didn’t hear from him afterward.

She didn’t want to ask him again. If he really was busy and she kept texting him, it would only annoy him.

After all, Tyler wasn’t a kind man.

Rachel had no choice but to leave things be and focus on shifting her belongings to her new workstation.

Samantha kept herself busy in the company the entire day, probably due to pressure from the shareholders and the fact that she had made a huge blunder.

done moving and arranging her belongings when she saw Samantha rush back to her workstation, cheeks flushed and brows

all to see that things had

her and looked at her like she was her savior. Grabbing her hand, Samantha asked sweetly, “Rachel, have you called Mr. Hunt?

didn’t reply

A look of disappointment settled on her face,

confused. “What do you mean by

you prefer your previous workstation, I can let you have it. I don’t like to beat around

lowering her head, looking

in their way. It looked as though Rachel was bullying Samantha, abusing her status as the

need to do your work. I only agreed to help you contact Mr. Hunt, nothing more. Also, there’s nothing between

grimly at Samantha, her eyes indifferent. She was all business–like, with

Rachel. I’m getting too anxious. If I don’t solve this problem, the shareholders will surely call William

looked unbothered by the

tasked to. I’ll let you know when I receive a reply from Mr. Hunt. Since I