"From the looks of it, you two are of completely different styles. I thought you’d bear some resemblance to William’s first love, but it seems like you’re not even a replacement!” Yvette went on haughtily.
Rachel kept silent. She didn’t know if Yvette meant it as mockery or praise. Was she not even a replacement? Who on earth would want to be a replacement? Or did Yvette mean that she wasn’t even worthy to be a replacement?
Rachel retracted her gaze and glanced at her watch. “Let me remind you that Tyler will only be here for half an hour. He has another appointment to go to after this. You’d better seize this chance.”
Yvette’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Rachel picked up a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and took two sips. “Would you be able to make him fall for you in an instant if I told you that?”
Yvette cast Rachel a disdainful look. “You’re jealous of me, aren’t you? If I hadn’t come back, you’d still be the legitimate daughter of the Lloyd family. A pity you’re just a nobody now!”
Rachel smirked, not letting Yvette’s words affect her. She simply said indifferently, “Don’t forget that I’m legally the mistress of the Lewis family.”
Yvette gritted her teeth, anger burning in her eyes. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be the mistress of the Lewis family! You’re shameless through and through, Rachel! You’re still acting all high and mighty after stealing the life that should have been mine!”
The most frustrating thing was that no matter what Yvette said, it failed to ruffle Rachel’s feathers. Did she not care one bit? Impossible! Rachel’s life was turned upside down by her appearance. How could Rachel not bear a grudge against her?
Rachel couldn’t be bothered to respond to Yvette. She spotted Tyler, who was the center of attention no matter where he went. Everyone’s eyes seemed to be on him. He was surrounded by elite businessmen and corporate leaders, all of them eagerly raising a toast to him.
Tyler’s long fingers were wrapped around the stem of his glass, a look of faint interest in his eyes. It made Rachel feel like he was, in fact, distracted. He suddenly turned his head, and their gazes met. Rachel shuddered as she blanked out at that moment.
His deep, dark eyes twinkled teasingly as he raised his glass at her, the corners of his lips curling in a wicked smile. Rachel anxiously turned her back to him, her fair cheeks blushing ever so slightly.
Yvette sensed the change in Rachel’s face. “What’s wrong with you?”
Rachel looked away and said with a calm that she did not feel, “Nothing. Mr. Hunt is right ahead. Seize the chance and don’t let it go to waste!"
"Help me out here, Rachel. Since you know Mr. Hunt better, can you help me give this glass of champagne to him? He certainly won’t take it from me, so treat it as a go-between.”
Yvette grabbed a glass from a waiter’s hand and passed it to Rachel.
Rachel didn’t think much of it. Yvette had taken the glass of champagne from a waiter’s hand. If Yvette had handed her a glass from somewhere else, she certainly wouldn’t agree to help. Who knew what she might add to the champagne? All Rachel wanted to do right now was to settle Yvette’s affair and leave as soon as she could.
She took the glass from Yvette’s fingers. “Come on.”
Yvette smiled smugly. With a man like Tyler, she couldn’t rely on the usual, boring methods. One look was enough for her to know that this man was a tough nut to crack. Ordinary women weren’t his cup of tea. Why bother wasting her time on ordinary means, then?