Countdown to My Divorce

Her Exit 362

Meatballs were something Melanie used to make for Tyler.

Rachel was Melanie’s daughter. That combined was enough to rouse Samantha’s suspicions.

With feigned casualness, Samantha said, “Mr. Hunt, do you have guest here today? So sorry for bothering you. Is that guest Rachel, by any chance?”

Tyler couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath on Samantha. He removed his watch, slamming it hard on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his legs.

“Samantha Judd, I don’t have time for you to stick your nose in my affairs. Hurry up and say what you have to say, or scram!”

Despite already knowing what she was in for, Tyler’s blatant rejection still embarrassed Samantha. She was on the verge of breaking down.

She clenched her fists, then took a deep breath and tried hard to calm herself down.

“Mr. Hunt, my mom said that Grandfather has already spoken to you about getting William out as soon as you can. Is there anything that’s holding you back?”

Rachel plastered her ear to the door, trying hard to eavesdrop. Despite her greatest efforts, she couldn’t quite make out their conversation except for the notion that Samantha was here for William.

Her heart clenched.

chances of

certain if Tyler intervened. Everything Rachel had worked hard for during

to the ground. She didn’t dare to take a seat when he didn’t give her the

she could see his

coldly, “Since when was it your place to

lowered

the end of the day, you and William

sneered, “How long have you been married into the Lewis family? Do you really know what goes on between me and them? I advise you not to be so nosy. I don’t even care what my father says, so what

words were cutting and hard–hitting,

the ground, unable to speak. She bit her lip

I won’t bother you any longer. May I use your

“Go ahead.”

Tyler didn’t stop her.

saw Samantha walking up the stairs from the gap in the door and hurriedly looked around the room for a place to

would be a good spot for

place

Chapter 362