Chapter 464

“Name your price,” Wilma said haughtily.

Rachel raised an open palm. “Five hundred million.”

Wilma choked, looking in disbelief at Rachel, who now wore a faint smile.

“You must be out of your mind! Five hundred million? Do you think you’re made of gold? How dare you ask for such an astronomical amount?! For someone like you, two hundred thousand dollars is considered a good deal!”

Rachel crossed her arms across her chest and looked disdainfully at Wilma.

“Oh, so you can’t afford that price. Well, what are you still doing here? Come find me when you can fork out five hundred million.”

All of a sudden, Wilma felt played for a fool. Her mask of civility fell apart; she pointed angrily at Rachel and shrieked, “You filthy hussy! I took you seriously, and you took me for a fool!”

Rachel was not surprised to see Wilma raise a hand to strike her. She was all prepared–not to brace herself for the slap, but to counterattack.

Right before Wilma’s hand landed on Rachel’s cheek, Ray rushed downstairs and knocked Wilma down.

“Argh!”

As well-maintained as Wilma was in the looks department, she was still fifty; her strength couldn’t match up to the dog. What’s more, Rachel could sense that Ray had knocked Wilma with every ounce of his strength.

The impact sent Wilma collapsing on the floor, unable to get up.

“My back… Ugh…my back…”

Ray made a move to pounce on Wilma once more, only to be stopped by Rachel.

“Alright, that’s enough. She might hit you again.”

She didn’t expect Ray to defend her so fiercely despite meeting him only a few times. At that moment, she felt touched.

The saying that dogs are man’s best friend wasn’t wholly unfounded.

Instead of going over to help Wilma up, Rachel stood before the latter, looking down at her.

“I’m not bent on clinging to Tyler. If he wants me to leave, don’t worry. I’ll do that without any hesitation.”

Rachel wished Wilma would make things clear with Tyler and make him give up on her. That way, she could leave once she took care of Jim’s affairs. She didn’t want to stay here for a minute longer.

“You said it yourself,” Wilma hissed through gritted teeth. “Don’t blame me for tattling on you if you refuse to leave!”

Rachel had no qualms whatsoever. “No problem.”

Wilma hobbled out in pain, one hand over her back.

Rachel heaved a sigh of relief.

When Tyler reached home, he saw the food on the table untouched while Rachel was nowhere to be found. Ray, slumped on the couch, lunged toward Tyler at the first sight of him, barking incessantly.

Ray had been by Tyler’s side for so many years, so Tyler naturally understood him well. Ray’s agitated reaction instinctively told Tyler that something was wrong.

Tyler looked around the living room. Although everything looked neat and tidy, he could sense something amiss. For one, there was a chip off the ashtray.

He went straight to check on the surveillance footage.

Seeing Wilma appear at his house, he thought back to Sheryn today and instinctively connected the dots. He clenched his jaw hard as he watched on. His face turned dark with displeasure, but he was exceptionally gentle when patting Ray’s head.

“Good boy. Thank you for protecting your mom. Don’t worry, I’ll punish her for you.”

He opened the door and dialed Wilma’s number.

“Aunt, let’s have a talk.”