The feeling of soft fur brushing against her made all the hairs on Rachel’s arms stand up. She jumped off the couch in shock and, without thinking, reached out to grab the hem of Tyler’s shirt.

“Mr. Hunt…”

Why couldn’t Tyler control his dog?!

Tyler barely lifted his eyes, his tone lazy. “He just wants you to pet him.”

Rachel looked at him, doubtful. “Are you sure he doesn’t want to eat me?”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dog might leap at her any second.

Tyler took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back on the couch. “He does want to eat meat.”

That one sentence had Rachel shrinking back into the cushions, her whole body tense.

Tyler glanced at her and added, “He doesn’t eat people, so why are you freaking out?”

Rachel knew Tyler liked to mess with people, but still, the dog was huge. It was hard not to be at least a little scared.

She just wanted to get this over with and leave.

“Mr. Hunt, maybe we should talk about Project Oasis,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “That proposal from last time—what did you think?”

“The proposal’s fine,” Tyler said, “but are you sure William won’t figure it out?”

He rubbed his forehead, looking tired.

Rachel took a deep breath, then said calmly, “Even if he does, it doesn’t matter. The moment you secure the management rights, I’ll resign from Lewis Enterprise.”

Tyler gave her a quick look. “Well, aren’t you prepared?”

Rachel had already thought everything through. “So, there’s no need for you to worry. I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens.”

“Sounds like you’re ready to come clean with William,” Tyler said.

He realized now that he might have underestimated her. At first, he thought she was only doing this because of her mother’s final wish, not because she had truly thought it all through.

But now…

This little princess seemed more thoughtful and composed than she ever was as a child.

And that only proved one thing—William hadn’t treated her all that well.

The light in her eyes was gone. What was left was calmness and control.

Rachel didn’t want to get into personal matters with Tyler. The man was too sharp. Sometimes, he didn’t even need the full story—he could just follow the clues and figure things out on his own.

No one knew Rachel planned to leave Yurelia City, not even Cecilia. Rachel wanted to disappear so that William would never find her.

“If there’s no issue with the proposal, I hope you can talk to William about it soon.”

“I can,” Tyler replied, “but there’s still one small issue with your plan that needs fixing.”

“Which part?” Rachel asked, genuinely surprised. She had gone through the proposal again and again, making sure everything was covered. Yet, Tyler still spotted something?

He sat there like a lazy king, not even pretending he was going to move. Instead, he casually pointed upstairs.

“Third room on the left. There’s a file on the desk. Do me a favor and bring it down.”

Rachel wasn’t even shocked anymore. Tyler was such a strange guy, and nothing he did really surprised her at this point.

Still, letting someone go into his private rooms the first time they paid a visit? That was a little unexpected.

“You’re not worried I might steal something from you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tyler’s lips curled, his eyes full of lazy arrogance. “If you’re going to steal something, you might as well steal me. I’m the most valuable thing in this house.”