“So many people were fighting to be in my group, and yet you wanted to trade away your spot. Tell me, are you dumb or what?” Tyler’s tone was just as carefree and cocky as ever, like being in his group was some sort of rare privilege.

Rachel shot him a cold glare in return. “What’s there to fight over? Every group is the same.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow and said with absolute confidence, “If you’re in my group, I guarantee you’ll win.”

His tone was so certain it actually caught Rachel’s attention. She glanced over at him again and then noticed he was wearing a black windbreaker today.

His hair was tousled a bit by the wind, adding a touch of casualness that softened the harshness usually brought by all-black attire.

Hands in his pockets, he had striking features and well-defined bone structure. His lips were especially well-shaped. Honestly, his face was close to flawless.

Today, he looked a little more youthful than usual.

After a brief pause, Rachel said sarcastically, “Mr. Hunt, we’ve known each other long enough. Lines like that might work on the younger girls in the company, but not me.”

As she spoke, she even helpfully pointed at a girl in front of them, who had on a floral dress with bangs and black-rimmed glasses. Her fair skin and innocent expression screamed ‘just graduated’.

Tyler casually followed her gesture with a glance, but even that single look was enough to cause a misunderstanding.

The girl, whose name was Talitha, immediately blushed when she caught Tyler’s gaze and quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.

A colleague nearby noticed. “Why is your face all red?”

Talitha mumbled shyly, “Mr. Hunt just looked at me.”

The coworker’s eyes widened in shock. “Huh?”

Meanwhile, Talitha was practically glowing. Her face radiated lovestruck energy.

Rachel saw right through Talitha’s little daydream and couldn’t help but shudder slightly. Tyler’s charm really was lethal. One look was all it took to capture her heart.

Tyler raised a brow at Rachel with a smug grin. “Still think I’m full of myself?”

Of course Rachel knew how dangerous Tyler’s appeal could be to women. She had just been teasing earlier.

At that moment, the host’s voice boomed over the mic.

“Alright everyone, time to get ready! You have fifty seconds to get into position. If even one foot touches the ground outside the pad, your group is disqualified!”

“Alright!” the crowd responded in unison.

Rachel glanced around and saw how fired up everyone looked. She couldn’t help but marvel at the power of money. These were the same people who usually groaned over running an extra mile, and now they were bouncing with excitement for a silly game just because the reward was attractive.

“Okay! One, two, three! Group 1, yellow! Group 2, red! Group 3, blue! Group 4, white! Group 5, green! Group 6, black!”

The moment the last word left the referee’s mouth, everyone scattered like wild animals toward their assigned colored pads.

Rachel heard ‘red’ and took off running toward the red circle. But with the crowd surging around her and the pressure of the countdown, it was complete chaos. People were bumping into each other left and right. Someone even tripped and fell to the ground.

Rachel nearly got knocked over herself, but just as she lost her balance, a hand grabbed her arm, and she stumbled right into Tyler’s chest.

When she looked up, she met his deep, dark gaze. Her heartbeat immediately picked up.

Amused, Tyler looked down at her. “Careful. If you miss the prize and break a leg, William won’t be able to take care of you.” Rachel realized he was teasing her again. She quickly pulled herself away from him. “Thanks.”

Once steady on her feet, she dashed for the red circle. By the time she got there, it was already packed. Her coworker, Leon, saw her and reached out.

“Ms. Lloyd, hurry, get up here!”

Rachel was just about to take his hand when suddenly another hand shot out faster than hers. She instinctively turned to look.