Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler’s fingers froze on the table as he cast Yale a glance. “Do you think I care about my reputation?”

Yale nodded. “I spoke too much.”

Tyler’s eyes turned dark as he turned his attention to the comments online. “Any clues on Rachel’s whereabouts?”

Yale shook his head. “Not yet. The man who tried to kill her disappeared into thin air, too.”

From the corner of his eye, Tyler saw the contract he had signed with Rachel. He remembered how resolutely she had signed it and given him her word.

Yet now, she had vanished into thin air.

He ran a finger over Rachel’s signature on the paper and mumbled to himself, “I like seeing things through to their end, especially if it’s on paper. You’ll have to fulfil your obligations for the entire period you signed for, Rachel.”

Realization dawned upon Yale. “I’ll send more men to search for her, but what should we do about the comments online?” Tyler leaned back into his office chair and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, putting it to his lips.

“Doesn’t William love a good exposé? We’ll expose his affair with Samantha, and I’ll see how that measures up to his exposé of Rachel.”

we…do we really need to do that? If things blow up and affect William negatively, I’m afraid it may be difficult to explain things to your

Just do as I say,” Tyler

Tyler had a car chase with Howard for Rachel’s sake, he almost got Howard hurt, and

wince, bearing all the pain from the

If William’s

temperament well. No one could stop him from doing

“Yes, sir.”

door to leave, only to see an old man of about seventy standing outside the door. Time had left its mark on his wrinkled face, but it wasn’t enough

Yale stammered, “Mr…Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler?” the man

around and stuttered, “He’s…he’s

quickly turned his body

brows. He quickly recovered and

scoffed, “The nerve of you to ask that! Did you

chiseled. He smirked and remarked with a devil–may- William come