Chapter 613

Howard spat on the ground as he cursed.

Rachel’s brows furrowed. Indeed, only Tyler could deal with someone as shameless as Howard. Ordinary people wouldn’t know what to do with that bastard.

Tyler looked as though he didn’t hear Howard properly. He took a step closer to him, pulling his ear, his handsome face unreadable.

“What did you say? I didn’t quite catch you.”

Howard gritted his teeth and repeated himself, “Damn you!”

“Good boy,” Tyler said with a smirk, his eyes as deep as the ocean in the night, filled with dangerous uncertainties.

That was when Howard belatedly realized that he had been fooled by Tyler. Furious, he snarled, “Tyler, you bastard…”

Tyler looked lazily at Howard, his joking tone betraying no sign of anger.

From Rachel’s perspective, Howard looked just like a mouse being toyed with in Tyler’s hands. Even Yale and the nurses behind Howard couldn’t hold back their laughter.

“What are you guys laughing at? I’ll kill whoever dares laugh one more time!” Howard burst out.

Tyler draped an arm across Rachel’s shoulders, a doting look on his face as he looked at her.

“Ms. Lloyd, you’re a bad girl. I told you I’d be back once I was done with work. How did you manage to drive Mr. Ziegler to the hospital while I was away?”

Tyler’s words made it sound like he was guilty, but Rachel could only see glee in his playful eyes. Even she could tell, not to mention Howard.

Howard could barely suppress the anger bursting forth from within and screamed at Tyler, “Tyler, I’ll teach you a lesson today!”

He made a move to stand up to beat Tyler up, but the moment he tried to get to his feet, a sharp pain from his groin shot through his body.

He yelped in pain and sat back down dejectedly.

Tyler raised a hand and advised him, “Howard, quit putting up a strong front. Your current situation is rather precarious, what with your father under emergency treatment right now. If anything were to happen to you, do you think your father will have the will to live on?”

Howard was enraged by Tyler’s words, the veins popping on his forehead.

The murderous look in Howard’s eyes told Rachel that if it weren’t for his inability to stand right now, he would surely pick a fight with Tyler.

At the next second, Howard calmed down as a thought came to mind. He knew he was no match for Tyler right now, as much as he wanted to beat him up.

Tyler had always had a knack for saying things to provoke him and never failed to rile him up. Howard wished he could kill the man, but Tyler would act as though nothing had happened and walk away nonchalantly.

The anger on Howard’s face slowly subsided.

“Tyler, quit being so arrogant before me. Don’t think I’m oblivious about what’s happening to your company right now. It’s in such a dire predicament, you’ll be begging on the streets in a matter of days!”

Hearing Howard’s taunt, mixed feelings filled Rachel’s heart.

Steven Ziegler had indeed gone to great lengths to bring Tyler down. Even Howard, a second-generation heir, knew about it.

Tyler stuck a hand in his pocket, looking even more arrogant than he usually did–nothing like a man on the verge of bankruptcy.

With a stubborn tilt of his chin, he retorted, “Rest assured, Howard. Even if I really ended up begging on the streets, I would never beg you.”

Howard scoffed and said haughtily, “Don’t be so sure of yourself. If you really ended up broke and starving, don’t worry. I’ll show you mercy and give you some food.”

Tyler tightened his hold over Rachel’s waist, his brows arched. He said playfully, “So what? Rachel still doesn’t like you. She’d rather have me bankrupt than you impotent.”

“You…”

Howard was about to talk back when the light above the doors of the emergency room went off.

The doctor strode out of the room.

“Which of you is his family?”