Tyler’s fingers froze on the table as he cast Yale a glance. “Do you think I care about my reputation?”
Yale nodded. “I spoke too much.”
Tyler’s eyes turned dark as he turned his attention to the comments online. “Any clues on Rachel’s whereabouts?”
Yale shook his head. “Not yet. The man who tried to kill her disappeared into thin air, too.”
From the corner of his eye, Tyler saw the contract he had signed with Rachel. He remembered how resolutely she had signed it and given him her word.
Yet now, she had vanished into thin air.
He ran a finger over Rachel’s signature on the paper and mumbled to himself, “I like seeing things through to their end, especially if it’s on paper. You’ll have to fulfil your obligations for the entire period you signed for, Rachel.”
Realization dawned upon Yale. “I’ll send more men to search for her, but what should we do about the comments online?” Tyler leaned back into his office chair and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, putting it to his lips.
“Doesn’t William love a good exposé? We’ll expose his affair with Samantha, and I’ll see how that measures up to his exposé of Rachel.”
Yale said with a frown, “Do we...do we really need to do that? If things blow up and affect William negatively, I’m afraid it may be difficult to explain things to your father.”
“I’ll bear the consequences for that. Just do as I say,” Tyler said firmly.
Yale was worried about Tyler getting into trouble with his father. The last time Tyler had a car chase with Howard for Rachel’s sake, he almost got Howard hurt, and his father punished him by making him kneel for an entire night and beating him to a pulp.
Tyler was way too stubborn to wince, bearing all the pain from the punishment without so much as a sound.
He had barely recovered from his wounds from that incident. If William’s scandal broke out, Tyler would only add to his wounds.
Yale knew Tyler’s temperament well. No one could stop him from doing whatever he set his mind to.
“Yes, sir.”
Yale opened the door to leave, only to see an old man of about seventy standing outside the door. Time had left its mark on his wrinkled face, but it wasn’t enough to cover up the natural air of authority he had about him.
Yale stammered, “Mr…Mr. Hunt.”
“Where is Tyler?” the man demanded.
Yale turned around and stuttered, “He’s…he’s inside.”
He quickly turned his body sideways.
Thomas Hunt walked in, his appearance making Tyler furrow his brows. He quickly recovered and smirked, “What brought you all the way here?”
Thomas' face was dark with displeasure as he scoffed, “The nerve of you to ask that! Did you or did you not interfere with the Lewis' family affairs?”
Tyler leaned back into his chair, his jawline hard and chiseled. He smirked and remarked with a devil-may-care attitude, “Did William come crying to you?”
Thomas sat opposite Tyler, exuding an imposing aura that belonged exclusively to an autocrat.
“He didn’t need to complain to me. You’re the only one in Yurelia City who dares to pit against him.” Tyler crossed his legs and leaned back lazily, a smug smile stretching across his face.
“Oh, what an honor indeed. Can you even blame me? Especially when all his attention is on that woman he has outside of his marriage.”
“Shut up! No matter what, you can’t go against your family. What’s more, what age are we living in now? It’s natural for men to have other women outside of their marriage! That’s not a big deal..."