Countdown to My Divorce

Although Yvette didn’t know Tyler all that well, she knew influential people like him v

“It’s fine,” Tyler said bluntly. “Just have one of the maids show me the way.”

were usually particular about cleanliness.

Yvette’s smile froze in embarrassment, but this wasn’t the time to be self–conscious. Relationships had to be cultivated, especially when she and Tyler were practically strangers. It was normal for him to feel distant.

She quickly forced a smile again. “Mr. Hunt, the maids probably don’t know where the clothes are. It’ll be much easier if I take you myself.”

Sasha chimed in. “She’s right, Mr. Hunt. The maids still have things to take care of. Yvette has time. Let her take you upstairs.” With both of them pushing, Tyler figured there was no polite way to refuse anymore.

“Alright then. Thanks, Yvette.” His voice was still detached and impersonal.

Yvette quickly led him up the stairs. She was eager to stay by his side.

Just as the two disappeared upstairs, William walked back in from outside. Seeing the guests mostly gone, he looked around, puzzled.

“Where’s Rachel?”

up with Yvette to change clothes. William, come here, I

walking away, Jim turned to Sasha.

“I will,” Sasha replied.

followed William into the

a serious expression. He already had a bad feeling. If

really was

from his pocket and lit it. The flickering flame cast a

what did you

expression was grim. “You saw how Howard treated Rachel tonight. He was absolutely out of line. He doesn’t

take care of Rachel and never let her be

face darkened further. He took another deep drag from his cigarette. “Dad, you know how Howard is. No

“So what, then? We’re just going to let Howard

couldn’t help

when William had begged to marry Rachel, his promises

She was planning to talk tom about

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