Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 97

But there was no way around it–if this contract wasn’t signed, Rachel couldn’t leave.

Even without looking, Rachel could feel Samantha and William’s glares stabbing into her like needles. After Tyler pulled that move, everyone probably thought she was on his side.

Otherwise, why would he hand something this important to her instead of reviewing it himself?

Rachel hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and took the contract. Then, she braced herself as she flipped through the pages. After checking everything carefully, she looked at Tyler and said, “Mr. Hunt, I’ve gone through it. Everything looks fine.”

Tyler waved his hand. “Good. Go ahead and sign it.”

As soon as the contract was signed, Samantha couldn’t hold it in anymore and quickly said, “I’ll let you all keep talking. I need some air.”

William took the document and instinctively looked at Rachel. She knew exactly what that meant. But no matter what, she wasn’t going to let William be the one to speak first–not with Yvette watching, ready to mock her.. So she said, “Go check on her. She’s new–maybe not used to this kind of pressure.”

William gave a short nod. “Call me when you’re ready to leave.”

And with that, he walked right past her, contract in hand.

Rachel’s eyes turned colder.

She picked up the drink Yvette had handed her earlier and offered it to Tyler. Her lips quirked upwards as she said, “Mr. Hunt, congratulations on securing the rights to Project Oasis,”

pure disdain. “That smile’s pretty

smile froze on

something just like that the last time too, but she

lips again, just

the drink

giving it a once–over. “This isn’t

She wasn’t about to let

Rachel muttered,

she could, Tyler snatched it right out of her hand “Fine. I’ll

second, then tipped it back and downed

her lips. “All the drinks here taste the same. How can it be a little

to notice Yvette beside her, face growing

held the glass toward her It

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wrinkled her nose and turned her head. “You already finished

and his voice dropped–lazy, low, and rough. When he next spoke, his voice was a husky whisper that brushed past her ear like

Rachel’s face flushed instantly.

of an indirect

Her whole face was hot, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into