Annoyed, Yvette snapped, “What else…”

Smack!

A loud slap echoed along the corridor. Tyler whistled, impressed by the sudden turn of events.

Yvette stared wide-eyed in shock at Rachel. “How dare you slap me! Rachel, have you lost your mind? How could you slap me?”

Rachel ignored the rage and shock in Yvette’s eyes. It had been so long since she had slapped someone, her hand was starting to tingle and go numb from the impact. Shaking her hand, she said calmly, “So what? Did you forget that you slapped me earlier? Of course, I had to return the favor.”

Yvette’s eyes widened further. Something snapped inside of her, and she transformed into an aggressive shrew from the boonies, looking nothing like the heiress of a wealthy family she claimed to be. She started shrieking at the top of her lungs, the sound resembling that of a dying cat.

“What right do you have to slap me? Rachel, who the hell do you think you are? All you did was take my place as the fake heiress of the Lloyd family for a few years! Do you really see yourself as the real heiress? You thief! You stole my life!” Yvette pointed a finger at Rachel, who in turn grabbed her wrist and glared icily at her.

“Yvette, get this straight. Even if I weren’t part of the Lloyds, I’m still the mistress of the Lewis household. What right do you have to point fingers at me?” Rachel snarled.

Yvette’s body shook with anger. She had fully expected Rachel to live in disgrace after being chased out of the Lloyd family, and not behave as arrogantly as she was right now.

Tyler lifted a hand and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Beads of water sprayed onto Yvette’s face. He leaned leisurely against the door frame, crossing his legs and tilting his chin at Yvette. “Hey, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough. Why aren’t you leaving yet?”

Yvette bit her lip and glared furiously at Rachel before storming off. After she finally left, Rachel stumbled a few steps back, feeling as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.

Tyler held her steady but didn’t forget to sneer at her. “After all that, it turns out that you’re just a paper tiger.”

Rachel threw him a sidelong glance before holding herself up against the door frame. “It’s all your fault, isn’t it?”

Tyler wrapped his arms around his chest and joked, “You used your hand. I didn’t make you move your body.” Rachel was so embarrassed by Tyler’s salacious words that she didn’t dare look at him. Her priority right now was to deal with her soaked clothes. Yvette always did whatever she pleased; Rachel feared the trouble that might befall her if Yvette exposed the fact that she was in a hotel room with Tyler.

She was about to call the receptionist to ask a staff member for help to buy an outfit for her at the nearest shopping mall when Tyler stopped her.

“Are you sure you can wait till they deliver the clothes here?”

“I don’t have a choice,” Rachel said with furrowed brows.

Tyler drawled, “Shall I lend you the bathrobe I’m wearing?”

Rachel arched a brow at him.

Ding!

The doorbell rang. Rachel’s heart was in her throat as she looked in the direction of the door.

Tyler’s brows arched as he voiced Rachel’s concerns, “Could it be William?”

Rachel clenched her fists. The last time she was drugged, Tyler was at least fully dressed. This time, though, things were different. There was no hint of Tyler being drugged, and Rachel was completely drenched. She looked down at her clothes and saw them clinging to her body, exposing every curve. She would never be able to clear her name, no matter how hard she tried. Tyler didn’t even bother to remind her of the state she was in, despite knowing full well about it. She gritted her teeth, cheeks flushing bright red.

Damn that man!

The doorbell rang again. Rachel looked nervously at it, anticipating her doom.

“I’m opening the door,” Tyler announced flatly.

Rachel grabbed him anxiously. “You’re crazy! How will we prove our innocence if you open the door right now?”

Chapter 107