bChapter /bb643 /b

    But if she agreed to Tyler now, what about the proposal in her hands? Her schedule was already tight.

    With Yvette having just been taken in, Rachel needed to follow up on that immediately. bIf /bYvette

    managed to find a way out, all the time and effort she had invested would go to waste. She couldn’t afford

    to fail at this stage.

    Jerry, standing to the side, seemed to notice Rachel’s hesitation and spoke up on his own.

    “Mr. Hunt, if you’re too tired, you could take a sleeping pill. I have some in my bag.”

    Tyler turned his head, ncing past Rachel. His eyes instinctively locked onto Jerry, and Rachel could

    practically smell the hostility in the air.

    She repeatedly gave Jerry warning looks. Normally, he would have understood and held back. But today,

    for reasons she couldn’t quite ce, Jerry was clearly emotional–and she didn’t know why.

    Tyler’s voice came out cold.

    “I have a girlfriend to lull me to sleep. Why would I need sleeping pills?”

    It was a blunt, cutting retort.

    Jerry’s lips pressed into a tight line. Combined with his usual air of roguish defiance, he looked like an

    untamed beast—one that had restrained itself only because of Rachel’s presence.

    But now Tyler had openly challenged him, and Jerry’s gaze was brimming with hostility.

    “Even so, you can’t interfere with Rachel’s work. She’s already exhausted these past few days.”

    Tyler shifted his gaze back to Rachel, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He smiled as his fingers hooked

    around a strand of her hair, twirling it between them.

    “Oh, and precisely because she’s exhausted, I need to take care of her.”

    His tone wasced with insinuation, leaving little room to mistake his meaning.

    Rachel’s face flushed red. For a moment, she almost wanted to mp a hand over his mouth.

    She leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Tyler, shouldn’t you be heading to bed now?”

    Tyler raised a brow, a sly look appearing on his face. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

    Rachel supported him toward the bedroom, but halfway there, she suddenly remembered something.

    b“/bI’m just going to step out for a ss of water.”

    As she stepped outside, she spotted Yale reclining on the sofa with his eyes half–closed. At the sound of

    her footsteps, he opened his eyes.

    Rachel gave him a look.

    Yale immediately got up from the sofa and followed her out onto the balcony. Before she stepped out,

    Rachel pointed Jerry toward the bedroom, signaling for him to keep watch. If Tyler came out, Jerry was to alert them right away.

    Jerry understood at once and gestured an ‘OK‘ with his hand.

    Rachel leaned gently against the balcony railing, her face showing clear traces of weariness. “How’s yourpany holding up right now?b” /b

    “Those overseas projects, they’re your work, aren’t they, Ms. Lloyd? I’ve read them over. The proposals are excellent. wless, really,b” /bYale said.

    Rachel’s eyes lit up at his words. “So does that mean Tyler has already signed off on themb?/bb” /b

    Yale’s mood suddenly dimmed. “It’s precisely because they’re too wless that he hasn’t signed. He

    actually suspects there might be a trap hidden in them.”

    Rachel pressed a hand to her forehead, speechless. “Tyler and his paranoia. I get that sometimes it’s useful, but honestly, there are times when he takes caution way too far.”

    Tyler wasn’t like ordinary cautious people. If even the slightest doubt formed in his mind, he would dig relentlessly until he unearthed the whole truth and leave nothing behind.

    Rachel tapped her fingertips lightly against the balcony railing. “What worries me is that if this suspicion of his keeps up, he really will uncover something.”

    Yale finally came up with a suggestion.

    “My advice, Ms. Lloyd, is to start preparing countermeasures against Mr. Hunt’s investigation. As bfor /bsome of the trickier points, I might be able to help smooth things over.”