Chapter 92

Rachel was frightened by the man who was leaning against her back. She didn’t know why her heart started racing, but she knew that she would somehow get nervous each time Tyler appeared before her. Her nerves were also accompanied by a strong urge to escape. He had a truly wicked mouth, that was for sure.

She naturally couldn’t be too casual with Tyler with Yvette around. She instinctively took two steps back to widen her distance from Tyler, and nodded respectfully at him.

“Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler’s brows furrowed at her cold and distant greeting. “Did you get possessed by something? Why do you feel so different from two days ago? Did you earn a minor in face changing?”

Rachel fell silent. She really wanted to give him a look and stop him from talking too much with her.

If Yvette found out that they were on rather familiar terms, she might expose Rachel before her grandfather. Then, he would never let her off the hook. On second thought, Tyler thought differently from ordinary people. If Rachel gave him a look, he might tease her for missing him till her eyes hurt.

She skipped past all that and started introducing Yvette to Tyler. “Mr. Hunt, let me introduce you to…”

“Mr. Hunt, I’m Rachel’s younger sister, Yvette Lloyd. Glad to meet you for the very first time!” Yvette stepped forward eagerly even before Rachel was done introducing her to Tyler.

Rachel was stunned to see Yvette so direct and enthusiastic. She shrugged, dismissing the thought that she suddenly felt so redundant around here. To her surprise, Tyler didn’t even glance at Yvette. He stuck his hands in his pockets and said, “I’m heading in.” He then strode into the hotel.

Yvette stared at her hand, which was still hanging in mid–air, her face flushing with embarrassment. She pursed her lips and turned to Rachel, looking visibly upset. “What’s with you just now? Why didn’t you speak up for me?”

Rachel, amused, shrugged helplessly. “I was going to speak just now, but you cut me off, didn’t you? I thought you could handle it yourself.”

With that, Rachel lifted the hem of her dress and headed into the hotel. Indignation filled Yvette’s eyes. She pouted as she followed behind Rachel. “Wait for me…” That was when she realized that Rachel wouldn’t be able to hear her.

The moment Rachel entered the venue, her gaze landed on William and Samantha walking right next to each other. They were almost hugging, looking so intimate, their bodies fitting seamlessly into each other. William had on a gray suit which accentuated his tall, towering figure. His hair was slicked back, making him look even colder and more distant than usual. Samantha was wearing a gray strap dress, which matched his outfit.

If Rachel remembered it correctly, William would always wear a black suit to banquets. He seldom wore gray or navy blue suits. She had suggested that he wear a different color, but he always said that he didn’t like gray. She smirked, a sardonic look in her eyes. As it turned out, it wasn’t because he didn’t like gray–he just refused to change for her.

Yvette walked to Rachel’s side and followed her gaze. She smirked, her mood lifting, and gloated, “I was wondering why you’d even come with me. Turns out that William didn’t want to bring you! I bet that the woman next to him, who looks like a meek and innocent rabbit, is his childhood sweetheart.”