Countdown to My Divorce

“You need to make sure Oasis doesn’t get affected by this report.”

Yale looked troubled. “Mr. Hunt, that can’t be helped. If we’d had one to kill the rumor early on, maybe Oasis wouldn’t have been affected. But now, it’s hard to say.”

Tyler frowned in annoyance. “If you really can’t handle anything, st quit. Let’s not waste each other’s time.”

Yale quickly shook his head. “No, no, Mr. Hunt, I can handle it. I’ll deal with it right away.”

With that, he scooped the stack of files off the desk, Jurned, and hurried out.

Just as he opened the office door, he ran straight into Rachel.

Yale froze. “Ms. Lloyd.”

Rachel almost laughed out loud but kept a straight face and greeted him calmly. “Yale, thanks for bringing me those clothes last time.”

Yale blushed as Rachel looked at him. He quickly lowered his head. “Ms. Lloyd, I still have to carry out Mr. Hunt’s instructions. I’ll leave now.”

Rachel nodded.

to the elevator and pressed the button. He couldn’t help but glance back at

heart was racing. Rachel really was the most beautiful person

about it, he couldn’t help but marvel at how Tyler had some serious self–control. If it were

knocked politely on

voice

door open and walked up to

“Mr. Hunt.”

up. A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes. “How did

paused before

I was Rachel, and that I was here to return your jacket. They

had a faint, knowing smile. “Seems

you say, Mr. Hunt? I didn’t

small, awkward cough and returned to his senses. “Nothing. Didn’t you say you came to return

dry cleaner, and it might take a few more days. So

took the new jacket out of the

He then looked at her with a complicated expression. “You really went all out. This