“First, it was Mr. Hunt. Now, another man shows up. Rachel, I should remind you, HIV is everywhere these days. You really shouldn’t be sleeping around.”

    Rachel red coldly at Yvette. “You don’t get to run your mouth like that.”

    Yvette pouted. “I’m not making things up! Am I wrong? Just look–you and him, alone in here, dressed like that… bIf /byou’ve got nothing to hide, then let us in. I want to see whether you’re really working or just messing around.”

    Rachel smiled and raised her brows slightly. “Are you sure you want to see?”

    “Of course.” Yvette nodded.

    “Then you’d better be ready for what you find. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

    “Oh, please! What, is he going to eat me alive?”

    Yvette felt even more convinced that Rachel really did have an unusual rtionship with the person

    inside.

    Rachel nodded and stepped aside to clear the doorway. “Fine. If you insist, go right ahead.”

    Yvette strode in and froze at the sight of a man’s back. Jerry hadn’t even put on a shirt yet. She was

    certain Rachel and this man had been doing something inappropriate.

    “Rachel, what else can you say for yourself? Don’t even try to deny it.”

    Rachel only shrugged. “Deny what? Did I even say anything?”

    Yvette immediately started attacking Jerry verbally. “Do you know she already has a boyfriend? This is disgusting! You’ve got no respect for yourself or for her!”

    Jerry turned around slowly. The moment Yvette saw his face, she froze, blood draining from her cheeks.

    b“/bYou…b!/b”

    Jerry smiled politely, as if greeting an old acquaintance. “Ms. Yvette, long time no see. After all these

    years, you haven’t changed.”

    Yvette staggered back two steps, looking as though she had seen a ghost.

    b“/bIt can’t be! You’re supposed to be…” She caught herself mid–sentence, scrambling for cover. “You’ve got

    the wrong person! I don’t know you!”

    Rachel snorted as she walked inside. “It’s a little toote to y dumb, don’t you thinkb?/bb” /b

    Yvette clenched her fists and forced herself to stayposed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    “All byou /bneed to remember is that byou /bbarged in even when I tried to stop byou/b,” Rachel retorted.

    Yvette’s only thought was to escape. She fussed with a loose strand of hair.

    “I… I just remembered I have somewhere else to be. I should go.”

    Yvette brushed past Rachel, making a beeline for the door. But before she could leave, William blocked her path.

    b“/bbDo /bbyou /bknow this manb?/b” he asked with a frown.

    Panic flickered in her eyes, but she shook her head stiffly. “I don’t.”

    Though Yvette’s lips said no, her body betrayed her. William gripped her shoulder.

    b“/bbYou /bdo know him. Tell me who he is!” he said firmly.

    Rachel strolled over at an unhurried pace.

    “I’ll tell you. Five years ago, he was the one you and Sasha sent to kill me. Only, byou /bnever expected he’d end up on my side. Yvette, I let a lot of things slide because I was giving you a chance. But the way byou’ve /bbeen actingtely… Frankly, it disgusts me. So tell me, don’t you think it’s about time I settled the score?”