Yvette pondered for a moment before agreeing to it. “Fine, Dien.”
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Sasha grabbed Yvette’s hand and asked, “Any progress on the man you hired to drug Rachel? Have you found him?
Yvette sighed. “No news at all.”
Sasha’s face fell. “It’ll be fine if he disappears for good. What I fear is that he’s still alive and well. He’ll be a threat to us!”
“Mom, don’t worry,” Yvette reassured Sasha. “If Rachel’s still alive, why would she come back? Even if she’s alive, she wouldn’t dare return. She’d drown in all the harsh remarks the netizens are throwing at her.”
Her words effectively comforted Sasha and eased her worries.
“You’re right,” she said with a relieved smile.
Days passed, and Rachel never came back. She seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing from everyone’s lives.
Conspiracy theories about her disappearance continued to thrive online, however.
Some guessed that she either disappeared or came into harm’s way. Her reputation was in shreds despite William’s efforts to quell public opinion against her, as it was what his grandfather demanded of him.
Of course, William wasn’t able to do that single–handedly and had to rely on help from his grandfather.
To this end, the Lewis family went to great lengths to bring everything under control.
The people of Yurelia City didn’t know that Tyler was related to the Lewis family. He was the one who refused to admit his relationship with them.
Through the years, William never gave up searching for Rachel.
Tyler, on the other hand, traveled across the country. Under his leadership, his company soared to great heights.
At the Royal Hotel in Arden, Tyler stood before a huge window, twirling a pen with his fingers. His eyes were dark and dangerous, and his broad shoulders framed his tall, svelte figure well. His outstanding facial features only served to accentuate the natural elegance he was born with.
Yale opened the door and walked in. “Mr. Hunt, I’ve checked. That lady isn’t Ms. Lloyd.”
The pen stopped twirling in Tyler’s hand, and his eyes dimmed. “Got it.”
Yale stood where he was, silent.
Tyler stared at the contract he had signed with Rachel back then. The paper had turned yellow with time, and the corners were creased.
It was obvious to see that it was a document he frequently flipped through and read.
A moment later, Tyler realized that Yale was still there. He glanced at the man with a hawk–like gaze.
“Is there something else?”
“Your father called twice, asking you to go on a blind date. He said that your distant cousin, Ms. Lyons, wants to see you again.”
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Tyler’s brows furrowed at the mention of his distant cousin as if trying hard to recall who she was. “Ms. Lyons? Who’s that?”
Yale shook his head helplessly. “Ms. Lyons, that demure–looking lady with an air of elegance about her. She has long, black hair and carries herself well, just like a well–bred lady of high society. She looks very comely, too.”
Tyler opened up the file before him, flipped to the last page, and signed his name.
“Oh, I don’t remember her,” he said carelessly.
“You only care about Ms. Lloyd anyway…” Yale mumbled.
Tyler shot Yale a cold look. “What are you mumbling to yourself about?”
Yale pursed his lips. “Nothing.”
Even so, he couldn’t help but grumble.
“Mr. Hunt, you can’t go on searching so aimlessly for her. You’re of marriageable age, and your grandfather is very anxious. If Ms. Lloyd were still alive, we’d have found her long ago. It’s impossible that…”
“Since when was it your place to question my decisions?”