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Yale was dumbfounded. “Ms. Lloyd, if we stop now, we’ll definitely lose him.”

“Trust me. Just pull over.”

Hearing that, Yale had no choice. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, Rachel would most likely become Tyler’s wife. Offending her was out of the question. Besides, if what they were doing behind

Tyler’s back ever came to light, he’d probably need her to put in a good word for him.

Yale pulled over, and Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly switching seats with him. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting in the passenger seat.

“Wait–Ms. Lloyd, you’ve seen Mr. Hunt drive. He’s no slouch. And you’re wearing heels, what if

something hap-”

Before he could finish, Rachel stepped on the accelerator and shot forward. Yale nearly slammed into the

dashboard, only saved by his seatbelt.

He clutched the door handle tight, eyes glued to the road ahead, terrified that her driving might cause an

accident.

As it turned out, he had completely underestimated her. He thought he knew Rachel well enough after

but he had no idea she could drive like this. The way her

perfect sync–it was obvious she wasn’t

couldn’t hide the

racing or something? How are you this

followed a racer for a while. Picked up

come in handy one day,” Rachel answered

strong with both her hands and

interest in something, she’d throw

a thumbs–up. Respect was written

Ms. Lloyd. Honestly, I always thought it was a

be better off in

guys already, that’s more than

make sense.”

at the research institute, her colleagues had been talking about developing a new project–something that could benefit everyone.

streets like a fish slipping through a

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swerving and cutting lanes.

felt his lunch threatening