Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 501

Rachel and Cecilia returned to their seats. Rachel cleared her throat, sat upright, and assumed a serious, businesslike demeanor as she spoke to Tyler.

“Mr. Hunt, you mentioned you came to discuss a potential partnership. May I ask which project you’re

interested in?”

Tyler raised his brows slightly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers tapped gently against the table.

“Oh? You actually thought I came here to talk business?”

Rachel tilted her head. “If not to talk business, Mr. Hunt, then what? Do you want to take a nap and have me tell you a ghost story on the spot?”

Tyler leaned back in his chair like a man with all the time and money in the world. “Aren’t you aware of

your company’s current situation? You’re not even qualified to collaborate with us.”

Rachel glanced at Cecilia and gave her a subtle signal. Cecilia quickly pulled out a folder and handed it to

Rachel, who then slid it across the table to Tyler.

“Mr. Hunt, perhaps you can take a look at my proposal first, then decide if it’s worth your time.”

didn’t even bother sitting up. He hooked a finger under the folder’s edge and flipped it

glance.

bold. This project was one Rachel had personally worked on before. It

no comparable projects in the domestic market. If the market couldn’t be developed properly, the investment could go

projects weren’t child’s

her breath watching Rachel lay it out so abruptly in front of

conference room door had

unfold.

With our company’s weight, does she really think we’re good

show. Some people just like to act rich even when there’s barely

she crashes and burns later,

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fat cat or a sleazy bald executive, maybe

to please. Unless you’ve really got skills, even sending a

humiliate herself so badly. I

reading yet, and already his brows were furrowed. His

table, began to