But Yvette’s words had no effect on Rachel at all; she just let out a scornful laugh.

“Yvette, maybe power and money are tempting to you, but to me? I couldn’t care less.”

Because the truth was, she already had more than enough wealth. Money was secondary—what she had in abundance was ambition.

Yvette clearly didn’t believe a word of it. She stood there, oozing arrogance, looking at Rachel like she wasn’t even worth the dirt on her shoes.

“Alright, Rachel. I know exactly what schemes you’ve got running in that head of yours. No need to put on a show for me. From now on, we will stay out of each other’s way.”

That was when Sasha stepped forward, her smile polite but her tone dripping with mockery as she turned to Yvette.

“Yvette, that’s no way to talk to your sister. You should be grateful to Rachel. If she hadn’t publicly cut ties with the Lloyd family, there’s no way the company would be back in your hands now. We’re here today to thank her.”

Then she turned to Rachel, her voice falsely sweet, so sweet it made Rachel’s brows furrow in irritation.

“Rachel, we also heard about what Howard did to you. Don’t worry. I’m sure Mr. Hunt is deeply devoted to you and won’t hold it against you. Still, men can be possessive. It’s normal for him to have a little hesitation in his heart. Now, you’re standing alone, and you’ve offended the Hunt family. Our family is just a small household. We can’t help you with that. You’ll have to rely on yourself.”

As if suddenly remembering something, Sasha raised her voice deliberately.

“Oh, and one more thing. You should tell Mr. Hunt that the Ziegler family has already started moving against his company. I hear LS Enterprise’s stock is dropping fast. Some of his partners are even willing to pay the penalty fees just to cancel their contracts with him. Looks like the Ziegler family really does mean to crush him this time.”

At that, Yvette’s earlier irritation melted away. It was replaced with a bright, satisfied smile.

“That’s right, Rachel. You should really talk some sense into Mr. Hunt. Tell him not to rush things. If it comes down to it, he can always go back and beg the Lewis family. And you, make sure you take care of your health.”

Rachel, however, didn’t believe a word they had said.

“And where exactly did you hear this so-called insider news?”

Yvette tilted her chin up at her, smugness written all over her face.

“With something like this, why not check for yourself? What would we gain by lying to you? And besides, if I had to guess, I’d say Mr. Hunt isn’t even in the hospital right now.”

At those words, Rachel suddenly remembered Yale’s anxious expression earlier and how Tyler had seemed to give him a subtle signal, and only then had Yale calmed himself.

No wonder he had been so determined to go to the office.

Given Tyler’s current strength, even if something had gone wrong, with the elite team he had at his company, they should’ve been able to handle it without dragging him—still recovering in the hospital—back to work.

Rachel pursed her lips. She was really getting old. Her mind was growing duller. How had she not realized sooner that something was off?

While she was deep in thought, Yvette and Sasha were practically leaning in with a magnifying glass, trying to catch every flicker of expression on her face.

The two of them exchanged a triumphant glance.