Chapter 438

Tyler remained silent.

When Rachel returned to the hotel, she was carrying two bottles of liquor. She had already made up her mind–if there was really no way out, she might as well get herself drunk. That way, at least she wouldn’t feel so tormented by what she was about to do.

Standing outside the hotel room, Rachel took a deep breath, mentally bracing herself. She pulled out the key card and swiped it.

Ding!

The door unlocked. She gently pushed the door open and cautiously called out, “Mr. Denzel, are you there?”

“Come in.”

She heard a man’s deep voice. Rachel felt something was slightly off about the voice, but she quickly brushed that feeling aside. Jason was probably nervous, too.

She stepped inside, only to realize that Jason was in the shower. The hotel bathroom had one of those translucent glass walls, frosted enough to obscure details, but you could still make out a silhouette.

Rachel only glanced briefly in that direction before quickly turning away and sitting down in a chair by the balcony. She clutched the wine bottles in her hand.

It felt like a few voices were arguing inside her head. Jason’s intentions were already very clear. She was an adult, and she understood that well.

Rachel had already tried everything she could think of. She had found out that the person in charge of Jim’s case was someone named Harry Foster. Even if she couldn’t clear her father’s name immediately, she had to find a way to buy time. Otherwise, with Jim’s deteriorating health, he wouldn’t survive much longer in prison.

No matter what, she couldn’t let her father die behind bars. That thought alone gave her courage. For Jim’s sake, she had to take the risk.

Truth be told, it was still hard for her to accept sleeping with a man she had only met once. Rachel glanced at the liquor on the table. People always said getting drunk was the best way to gain courage. If she got drunk, and if things turned hazy, maybe it would just happen without her remembering too clearly.

When the man finally stepped out of the bathroom, he was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol in the room. Rachel’s cheeks were flushed, and her slender fingers still wrapped around the wine bottle. Her eyes were slightly hazy. Her lashes fluttered gently. A few strands of hair fell loosely across her face, glowing faintly under the soft amber light above.

The man stepped forward, catching her slightly unsteady body. Rachel looked up at him. Her usually bright gaze clouded with mist. Her voice sounded soft and confused.

“W–Why do you look different now?”

He looked a lot like Tyler. No, it had to be a mistake. Either it was her imagination, or she had just been spending too much time around Tyler lately. She was probably projecting.

Rachel tried to stand up, but her legs were wobbly from the alcohol. She almost stumbled backward, but the man quickly caught her by the waist, preventing her from hitting the sharp edge of the table.

“Mr. D–Denzel, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“It’s about my father, Jim. I’m sure you’ve heard about his case. He was framed. I know you’re William’s uncle. Only you can convince him to withdraw the report. And since you also know Harry Foster, the one handling the case, I believe you can help clear my father’s name. He doesn’t have much time left. I can’t let him spend his last days in prison.”

The man could tell Rachel was stuttering. He glanced at the two empty liquor bottles on the table. He picked one up to check.

The alcohol content was pretty high. Even in this half–drunken state, she was still talking about her father. He didn’t know whether to say her alcohol tolerance was good or bad.

“So? Are you offering yourself in exchange?”