Rachel walked further inside and asked Yale, “Why?”

“Don’t you think LS Enterprise sounds like someone’s name?”

Yale didn’t give her the answer outright. Instead, he dropped a little hint.

Rachel pressed the elevator button. “Whose name?”

Seeing that Rachel wasn’t picking up on the clue at all, Yale tried again. “Think about it carefully. Which other alphabet sounds like L?”

Rachel pressed the button, and the elevator doors closed. She racked her brain. There were just too many possibilities. How could she possibly guess?

“Yale, you’re just making things hard for me. Tyler knows so many people–how would I know whose name he used? Don’t tell me, it’s his mother’s?”

Yale was speechless. Seeing that she couldn’t guess, he gave up on the riddle.

“Closer than you think.”

Ding!

The elevator doors opened just then.

Rachel froze. “You don’t mean me, do you?”

“L sounds like R, and R is the first letter of your first name. It’s not that hard to figure out,” Yale replied.

Not hard to figure out? This seems excessively subtle. Rachel had only tossed the guess out casually, never expecting it to actually be right.

As she stepped out, she said, “Yale, are you joking with me? How could that be? Why would Tyler name his company after me? Besides, when he started the company, I wasn’t even around, was I?”

“It doesn’t matter if you weren’t there. What matters is that you’ve known Mr. Hunt for a long time. You just didn’t have your attention on him back then.”

Rachel felt like she was dreaming.

“This is impossible! You must be joking. Is Tyler so bored that he’d name a company after me? Why not call it TH or something?”

After all, companies named after people are everywhere. There was no need for it to be her.

Yale gave her a knowing smile. “As for the real reason, Ms. Lloyd, I think that’s something you should figure out for yourself.”

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With that, Yale stepped forward and unlocked Tyler’s office with his key.

It wasn’t Rachel’s first time inside, but this time the office looked messy–and Tyler was known for being meticulous. That could only mean one thing: he really was too busy, busy enough to let go of the tidiness he normally valued so much.

Rachel walked over to the desk and saw papers scattered all across it.

She casually picked one up and glanced at it. They were all proposals, but all of them were piled here on Tyler’s desk, which meant they had been rejected.

That surprised Rachel. Tyler’s proposals were usually the kind everyone fought to get their hands on, but now, no company wanted them.

Rachel lifted the stack and asked Yale, “Yale, are none of these successfully submitted?”

Yale looked at the scattered documents and sighed.

“That’s right, none. You know Mr. Hunt’s situation right now. And there’s another looming crisis. I’m worried that if Mr. Hunt keeps refusing to give in to Mr. Thomas, and if word about his background ever leaks out… For Mr. Hunt, that would be another heavy blow. Don’t be fooled by the way he acts, like he doesn’t care. He actually values family deeply. If he didn’t, he would’ve never come back to Yurelia City.”

Rachel could relate all too well. Everyone in this world longed for family.

But when all one received in return was disappointment, one would be forced to become who they were now–to try to give up on family, to stop hoping for even the tiniest bit of warmth.

That was what happened when hope was exhausted.

Rachel looked away.

“Alright, let’s get on with business. The contracts I had Jerry send you–it’s still with you, right?”

“Of course, I’ve got it.”

Yale took out the stack of contracts. Rachel picked up a pen, and Yale pulled out one of Tyler’s previously signed contracts to use for comparison.