Yale was dumbfounded. “Ms. Lloyd, if we stop now, we’ll definitely lose him.”

“Trust me. Just pull over.”

Hearing that, Yale had no choice. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, Rachel would most likely become Tyler’s wife. Offending her was out of the question. Besides, if what they were doing behind Tyler’s back ever came to light, he’d probably need her to put in a good word for him.

Yale pulled over, and Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly switching seats with him. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting in the passenger seat.

“Wait—Ms. Lloyd, you’ve seen Mr. Hunt drive. He’s no slouch. And you’re wearing heels, what if something hap—”

Before he could finish, Rachel stepped on the accelerator and shot forward. Yale nearly slammed into the dashboard, only saved by his seatbelt.

He clutched the door handle tight, eyes glued to the road ahead, terrified that her driving might cause an accident.

As it turned out, he had completely underestimated her. He thought he knew Rachel well enough after working for Tyler all these years, but he had no idea she could drive like this. The way her hands and feet moved in perfect sync—it was obvious she wasn’t just a casual driver.

Yale couldn’t hide the admiration in his eyes.

“Ms. Lloyd, have you trained in racing or something? How are you this good behind the wheel?”

“Back when I was abroad, I followed a racer for a while. Picked up a few things along the way. Didn’t think it’d actually come in handy one day,” Rachel answered casually.

Rachel had always been strong with both her hands and her mind—never one to waste her brainpower. The moment she lost interest in something, she’d throw herself into the next challenge.

Yale couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up. Respect was written all over his face.

“You’re incredible, Ms. Lloyd. Honestly, I always thought it was a waste for you to stay at Lewis Enterprise. You’d be better off in our company.”

Rachel shook her head. “Tyler has you guys already, that’s more than enough. Me joining wouldn’t really make sense.”

Her ambitions lay elsewhere anyway. Back at the research institute, her colleagues had been talking about developing a new project—something that could benefit everyone. She wanted to give it a shot.

Meanwhile, the car shot through the busy streets like a fish slipping through a stream, never easing up for a second. Yale, stuck in the passenger seat, was paying the price. Rachel kept swerving and cutting lanes. Even strapped in, he was tossed around like he was stuck on a carnival ride.

Frowning, he felt his lunch threatening to come back up.

By the time they finally screeched to a halt, it was the last straw.

She unbuckled, ready to say something, but Yale had already bolted out, fumbling with his seatbelt and throwing up.

Rachel froze and stared at him, doubled over in misery.

She furrowed her brows. She had been so focused on the road, she hadn’t thought at all about how rough the ride must’ve been for him.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the car and handed it to him. “Sorry, I had no choice just now. Here, drink some water, it’ll help.”

Yale accepted it, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and forced a sheepish smile. “Apologies, Ms. Lloyd, what a sight to make you see.”

Just then, Cecilia rushed over with some people.

“What took you two so long? These guys are about ready to quit—and they’re demanding more money!”

“More money’s fine. Just get them moving. If Tyler shows up any earlier, the whole thing will blow.”

Cecilia, who had already made preparations, nodded quickly.