Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 688

Tyler’s handwriting was messy, full of personality, yet still recognizable. That was exactly what made things so difficult.

Rachel took in a deep breath, picked up the pen, and tried copying it twice on scrap paper. It ended up looking nothing like his handwriting.

Yale wiped at the sweat on his forehead.

“Ms. Lloyd, that’s why I told you before that this plan might not work. Stealing Mr. Hunt’s seal would’ve been the easy part. The hardest thing is imitating his signature. It’s nearly impossible. I’ve tried copying it myself before, but it’s hopeless. If the signature looks even slightly off, people will notice right away,

and if that happens, nothing can pass the company review.”

Rachel’s palms were a little sweaty now. She was nervous that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

“Don’t rush me. Let me try again.”

She studied Tyler’s handwriting closely, tracing every curve and stroke. It had a lot of connected lines. She had dabbled a little in cursive writing before, but she hadn’t expected his handwriting to be this

intricate.

Well, his name wasn’t exactly simple either.

Rachel spent another ten minutes practicing before handing her attempt over to Yale.

look a bit closer

glanced at it, and looked pleasantly surprised. “Yeah, it’s

in relief before flexing her cramped fingers.

company seal.”

Mr. Hunt’s seal requires a

his safe.”

mid–stroke and stared blankly at Yale. The next moment, she felt like a volcano about to erupt. She planted one hand on her hip while leaning

let me get this straight. First, you make me copy his signature, and now you expect me to

an embarrassed chuckle and

all this in advance, you might’ve refused. But the company’s in crisis–we can’t just sit back

Chapter 688

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should’ve told me the whole truth! Look at us now–his signature isn’t even fully figured out yet, and

felt her head spinning. Both the signature and

would ruin everything.

Complaining was useless now–better to just

about to try writing again, a brilliant idea popped into her

of practice paper–like the ones kids use when

lay over the writing