Howard’s presence was an eyesore. His grandfather had spoiled him too much. Given how powerful the Zieglers were in Yurelia City and the relationship his family had with theirs, Tyler couldn’t really do much to Howard.

All Tyler could do was teach Howard a small lesson on occasion.

Still, it was precisely because no one could do anything to Howard that allowed him to be so unscrupulous.

The only difference was that while others wouldn’t even dare think about laying a finger on Howard, Tyler had a way to somewhat bring Howard under control. At the very least, Howard wouldn’t be so unbridled.

Shiloh looked in the direction Rachel left. “You could have explained things to her just now. Her colleagues from Lewis Enterprise only came over because you informed them about what happened.”

Otherwise, who would go to such a secluded part of the woods?

Tyler took one last pull of his cigarette and tugged his tie on his collar, and said indifferently, “Must I claim credit for every good thing I do?”

True—that was not Tyler’s style at all.

Even if someone misunderstood him, Tyler wouldn’t bother clarifying matters. He thought that those who believed him would believe him no matter what. As for those who didn’t, explaining things to them was a waste of breath.

“How should we deal with Howard, then?”

“Howard has lots of time on his hands recently. Quite a number of the ladies he dated previously got knocked up, no?”

Tyler held the cigarette between his fingers and tapped the ashes away.

Shiloh nodded. “Yes. They demanded that he take responsibility, but you know him. How could he agree to that?”

“Then make a mountain out of a molehill and send all the ladies to Howard’s grandfather. There are a few more who are still in university, whom his grandfather tried to forcibly subdue. Hire a good lawyer for them.”

Shiloh inhaled sharply.

That was Tyler Hunt for you, always aggressive in his approach.

Tyler flung the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his shiny black leather boots before strolling leisurely back to the lobby.

Rachel was about to knock on William’s door when she received a text from Cecilia.

[I passed by Mr. Lewis‘ room just now and heard him on the phone. It seemed like he was talking about you.]

Rachel frowned. Talking about her?

She typed away furiously on her phone. [What about me?]

Cecilia texted back. [Rachel, are you planning to go somewhere?]

A sense of foreboding rose in Rachel’s chest when she saw Cecilia’s text. Did William pick up on some…

Rachel’s heart was in her throat, and even her fingers started trembling as she typed another text. [What exactly did you overhear William say?]

[He said you’re planning to leave Yurelia City. Rachel, are you really going to do that?]

Rachel furrowed her brows, her heart racing.

She quickly typed another message to Cecilia. [I’ll explain things to you next time.]

After putting her phone aside, Rachel clutched her chest and took a deep breath.

She pushed the door open and entered. Seeing William’s back in view as he stood at the window with his hands in his pockets somehow gave Rachel tremendous pressure.

The air in the room felt thin, suffocating.

She told herself not to be nervous. She didn’t even know what was going on, and things might not be as bad as she imagined.

Rachel composed herself as much as possible before approaching William.

She asked calmly, “How is Ms. Judd in the hospital?”

William turned to look at her, his eyes icy. “She’s fine, just some superficial wounds.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Rachel said it rather impassively, as though she was merely showing concern out of courtesy.