Chapter 207

“I’ll do it.”

Rachel stepped forward, and Tim immediately let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Ms. Lloyd.”

Honestly, he’d thought that if he couldn’t help Tyler get dressed properly, he might not even have a job tomorrow.

Rachel moved to Tyler’s side and gently pulled his hands down. “You’re in such a rush. That’s not like you at all.”

She took hold of both sides of the shirt and tried tugging it downward.

It was tight.

Rachel glanced at Tim, who was still wiping sweat from his forehead. “Did you buy the wrong size?”

“The sales clerk said it was Mr. Hunt’s usual size. How could it be too small?”

Rachel examined the shirt. The bottom half looked fine, but the collar area was obviously tight.

She started teasing Tyler.

“Tyler, don’t tell me you drank too much contaminated formula as a kid and it made your head too big. How is it that everyone else can wear this size but not you?”

Annoyed, Tyler reached up to tug at the shirt again. “How is this my problem? It’s clearly the shirt. Call that store and tell them they can shut down tomorrow.”

Tim’s sweating intensified. “Yes, sir.”

Rachel finally managed to pull the shirt down past Tyler’s head.

His cheeks were flushed from the struggle, and he looked like a wronged child.

Rachel had to turn away to suppress her laughter. She really was holding back, but Tyler still noticed her shaking shoulders.

He spoke from behind her with an accusatory tone. “Rachel, are you laughing at me?”

She waved her hands quickly, turning around. “No, no! My eyes were just itching a little. Why would I-”

She paused mid-sentence, realizing something felt off. She tugged gently at Tyler’s shirt and discovered part of the back collar was still sewn shut.

Rachel turned to Tim. “Get me a pair of scissors.”

Tim’s eyes widened. “Ms. Lloyd, what do you need scissors for?”

Was she going to cut up Tyler’s shirt?

Rachel wasn’t exactly patient. “Just go get them. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt your boss.”

Tim rushed off and came back with a pair of scissors from the exam room.

Rachel took them, pinched the collar, and carefully snipped along the seam at the back.

Tyler immediately felt the pressure lift from his shoulders.

Tim suddenly realized what had happened. “Oh! The tag seam at the back of the T-shirt hadn’t been cut.”

Rachel touched the fabric and turned toward Tim. “Where did you buy this shirt?”

The question caught him off guard.

“One of the stores on Eastin Street.”

Everyone knew the boutiques on Eastin Street were either high-end or ultra-luxury. It was definitely not the kind of place that sold poorly sewn shirts.

Rachel pointed to the fabric. “Do you really think this looks like something from Eastin Street? At best, this shirt cost three hundred bucks.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. He was getting angrier by the second. “Explain. Now.”

Tim’s knees buckled under that gaze, and he dropped to the floor. “M-Mr. Hunt, I can explain. I had no choice. Please hear me out-”