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.

walked past her to the elevator and pressed the button. He couldn’t

how fast his heart was racing. Rachel really was the most beautiful

serious self–control. If it

politely on

voice came from

then pushed the door open

“Mr. Hunt.”

appeared

before

that I was here to return your jacket. They let

Tyler’s dark eyes. He had a faint,

say, Mr. Hunt? I didn’t catch that.” Rachel

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

original jacket is still at the dry cleaner, and it might take a few more days. So I bought you a new

new jacket out of the

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