“Rachel.” “Rachel.” Tyler’s voice was low, and there was a hint of coldness within it. “What?” she answered without thinking.

Tyler’s warm fingers gently held her jaw. There was a sharp glint in his eyes as he stared right at her. "I didn’t even tell anyone your secret. How did it slip out so fast? What did the Lewis family give you?”

Rachel knew she couldn’t hide anything from Tyler. This man always saw through everything. Even if she tried to keep it secret, it wouldn’t work. If he found out she was planning against him, it would only make things worse, so she decided to be honest and told him everything.

Tyler nodded thoughtfully, then sneered, “Am I your personal property? How can you be so sure I’d want the one you pushed on me?"

Rachel tilted her head and blurted out in frustration, “You don’t like Yvette? Then what do you want? Someone like Samantha—fragile and crying all the time?”

She thought Yvette’s personality and background weren’t perfect, but maybe it was just Yvette’s attitude toward her that was bad. As for looks, Yvette’s parents were both good-looking, and she herself was stunning—like a fiery princess from a fairytale. A little temper, but when it was just the right amount, it could be a charm.

Tyler suddenly looked uneasy, his brow furrowing as he instinctively pressed a hand to his chest. Seeing this, Rachel quickly stepped forward and steadied him.

“What’s wrong? If you don’t want to agree, I won’t force you. But you don’t have to get this upset, Mr. Hunt.” She had expected it all along. With Tyler’s lone-wolf nature, he probably wouldn’t listen to even his own family, let alone someone like her, who barely knew him.

Tyler suddenly felt short of breath, and sweat appeared on his forehead. He grabbed Rachel’s wrist tightly.

“Rachel, this mess is your own doing. You have to take responsibility!”

Rachel looked confused. “What do you mean?”

She noticed Tyler’s face looked worse by the second, but why did he say it was her fault?

“Don’t you know well enough to recognize what’s happening?”

Rachel’s mind blanked. She froze, unable to move at all. Her mouth felt sealed shut, and after a long moment, she barely managed to whisper, “You... You were drugged? Who did it?”

Tyler rested his head on her shoulder, tilting it slightly. His warm breath brushed against her ear, making her skin tingle all over. “That glass of wine—you were the one who gave it to me, weren’t you?”

Rachel’s mind finally caught up, and she gasped. “That glass of wine… I got it from the waiter. There’s no way it was drugged! No one else touched it.”

Tyler glanced toward Yvette in the hall behind them, and snorted softly.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you’re your mother’s daughter, I’d think you two were working together to trap me.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in shock. “If I set you up, I’d be digging my own grave!”

She wasn’t stupid enough to think she could outsmart Tyler, the man even William feared. She was no match for him.

Tyler raised an eyebrow. “I don’t care. You have to take responsibility for this.”

Rachel nearly lost her breath, and she stammered, “How am I supposed to do that?”