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.”

“Do we…do we really need to do that? If things blow up and

that. Just do as I say,” Tyler

father. The last time Tyler had a car chase with Howard for Rachel’s sake, he almost

to wince, bearing all the pain from the punishment without so

recovered from his wounds from that incident. If William’s scandal broke out, Tyler would only add to his

well. No one could stop him from doing whatever he set his mind

“Yes, sir.”

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 to cover up the

Yale stammered, “Mr…Mr. Hunt.”

is Tyler?” the

and stuttered,

quickly turned his

his brows. He quickly recovered and

nerve of you to ask that! Did you or did you not interfere with

chiseled. He smirked