Huh?

Rachel’s jaw hit the floor. This was her first time hearing someone ask to be stolen. Even the way it was phrased sounded strange.

Rachel knew she couldn’t outwit Tyler. The gears in his brain turned in a completely different way, and he always had a cutting remark at the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll go upstairs to get it,” she said.

Tyler watched Rachel’s back as she disappeared, his dog following suit.

At Lewis Enterprise, William and Samantha were out meeting a client after talking about Cecilia.

On the way, they bumped into Howard. Somehow, he didn’t look his usual arrogant self; he seemed less rough around the edges.

William remembered how Howard called him to inform him that Rachel was with Tyler, and that he didn’t have time to settle scores with him before.

William opened the door and hopped out of the car, making a beeline for Howard. He grabbed Howard’s collar, shooting the latter a vicious glare.

“Howard, I’m warning you. Touch Rachel one more time, and don’t blame me for being nasty!”

Howard had been spoiled rotten by his family since childhood. No matter what trouble he got himself into, he could always count on his family to bail him out. That was precisely what led to his arrogant and despotic behavior.

William’s threat struck no fear in Howard’s heart. On the contrary, his usual arrogance reappeared on his face.

“So what? Shouldn’t you thank me? If it weren’t for me, you’d still be in the dark about your wife and Tyler. How were things in there? Did Tyler have a good roll in the hay with Rachel?”

Howard’s words were bold; he showed no signs of restraint, the wicked smile on his face widening.

The fire in William’s heart burned. He pursed his lips, his usual calm and composed demeanor all but gone. The veins on his forehead popped, and he exuded a menacing air about him.

He tightened his grip over Howard’s collar and bit out angrily, “Say that again!”

William wanted nothing more than to give Howard a good beating.

Howard looked at him lazily, unperturbed. “William, here’s a gentle reminder. Our families are currently business partners. Lay a finger on me, and I’ll pull out all our funds from your company. When that happens, I’ll see how you answer to your grandfather.”

William was about to throw a punch, but immediately held back at Howard’s threat.

“You don’t have the guts Tyler has,” Howard sneered.

Tyler had the guts to get someone to drug him. Howard couldn’t quite confirm that, though, because he had drugged Rachel in the first place.

William and Tyler had always been at loggerheads with each other, and would never fail to clash head-on whenever they crossed paths.

Noticing the disdain in William’s eyes, Howard slowly pried William’s fingers away from his collar.

“Instead of spending your time on me, you should spend more time paying attention to Tyler and your wife. On second thought, perhaps it doesn’t matter. The goods are still kept within the family, anyway.”

Howard smoothed out his collar and smirked.

“If I were you, I’d be more alert and watch my wife, lest I end up being made a cuckold.”

With that, he stuck his hands in his pockets, looking immensely pleased at taking a jab at William.

William gritted his teeth, his face icy. He thought back on the day Samantha saw Rachel stepping into Tyler’s office and getting out of his car.

William knew very well that it was Tyler’s precious car, of which there were only two in this world. Given how aloof and haughty Tyler was, he wouldn’t care who it was – no one deserved to sit in his car, not even the king – unless, of course, it was someone he approved of.

Was there really something between Rachel and Tyler?

The thought alone hit William like a brick, and his breath caught in his throat.