After Yuvan left the house, he got into a sleek black car. Tyler was already inside, his eyes closed, looking like he was just resting, one leg crossed over the other. With his sharp features and expensive suit, he looked like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with.

“How is she?” he asked, opening his dark eyes and fixing them on the other man.

“She’s taken the medicine. Mr. Lewis is in the room, taking care of her.”

When Tyler heard that, he scoffed. He recalled how William had rushed off earlier with his phone in hand. Most likely, Samantha had called. Again.

“Did you find out where that drug came from?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah. Overseas. Funny thing–Samantha lived there for a while. Makes you wonder…”

Yuvan didn’t finish the thought, but it was clear what he meant.

Tyler lazily raised an eyebrow. “You think Samantha knows Howard?”

“Can’t say for sure. Could just be a weird coincidence. But Howard’s gutsy, I’ll give him that. He doubled the normal dosage. That was reckless. She could’ve died.”

Tyler’s mind flashed back to Rachel’s charming expression, and how she had practically thrown herself onto him. But somehow, she held back in the final moment.

He flicked ash out the window and muttered, “She took that much and still kept her cool. I really underestimated her.” Thinking about the dosage, Yuvan knew that Rachel would’ve acted out in some obvious way.

He glanced over at Tyler, asking, “How’d you hold it together? Should we get you checked out? If you’re suffering from… restraint damage, that could be serious.”

“Shut up,” Tyler said without even bothering to look at him.

Yuvan smirked but dropped the joke. “So… what do we do about Howard?”

Tyler propped his chin on his hand and casually replied, “It’s all Howard’s fault. He gave her such a strong dose, and I missed my chance because of it. He’s going to pay for that.”

Yuvan gave a small nod. “Got it.”

He had followed Tyler for years and knew full well how ruthless he could be. Things never ended well for anyone who crossed him. This time, it was just bad luck for Howard–he had messed with the wrong man.

By the time Rachel woke up, the sky outside had gone completely dark. The worst of the drug effects had worn off, so she didn’t feel nearly as awful as before. She sat up slowly, looking around the empty room.

William had said he would be back soon. Sure. Real soon. It was already night and there was still no sign of him.

She got up and went to ask the manager about her missing phone. Thankfully, they had found it. The first thing she did once it was back in her hands was transfer the 2,000 she owed Tyler. She stared at the payment QR code for a second and couldn’t help laughing. Who even walked around with a QR code ready to go like that?

Later that night, William still hadn’t returned. Instead, Rachel got a message from Samantha that was filled with provocation. Samantha had joined her team a few days ago, thanks to William, and had taken the chance to add her on WhatsApp.

[Rachel, I’m so sorry. I got into a car accident and broke my leg. I told William to go back and stay with you, but he just couldn’t leave me alone like this.]

After Rachel read it, she didn’t even bother replying. William had already shattered her heart early on, so there wasn’t much left to hurt. Samantha probably thought that one message would set her off, but Rachel wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction. She simply turned off her phone, set it aside, and went to bed.

The next morning, just as Rachel was about to walk into the office someone tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Rachel.”

She turned around and saw Samantha standing there, smiling like nothing was wrong. Her eyes dropped to the latter’s leg.

No cast. No crutches.

So, this was William’s idea of a serious injury? Great.

“Can I help you?” Rachel asked flatly.

“Oh, that project data,” Samantha said sweetly. “I already finished it and sent it to your email. You don’t have to worry this time – it’s perfect. William helped me go over everything last night at the hospital. He made sure it was all good.”

Rachel’s expression froze for just a second, then she said, “With Mr. Lewis helping you behind the scenes, of course it’s perfect now.”