Rachel was about to call Tyler when she saw a text message pop up on her phone screen: [I’m heading to the bar.]
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he planned his time well. She sat back down on the bed and started thinking about Tyler and Anne all alone in the private room. She could imagine Anne drinking away with Tyler, which wouldn’t exactly affect business negotiations.
But would they get so intoxicated…? Anne’s ulterior motive was an open secret. It was clear as day how much she liked Tyler. Tyler was right. Both men and women were the same when it came to the people they liked. When possessiveness took over, gender became irrelevant. Rachel’s imagination started running wild.
What if Tyler and Anne…? No, Tyler wasn’t like that. He would never sacrifice himself for the sake of work. Were he that kind of man, he would have surrounded himself with hordes of women instead of being the bachelor he was today.
However, while Tyler might be able to exercise self-control… What about Anne? What if she went berserk and decided to add something to Tyler’s drink? Rachel trembled involuntarily. She decided it was better for her to check on them. She did want Tyler to flirt a little with Anne just to get the contract signed, but she didn’t want him to go all the way.
Yet, the moment Rachel opened the door, she hesitated. Anne would certainly suspect something if Rachel barged in on them. Rachel pondered over it before eventually texting Yale: [Yale, are you with Mr. Hunt right now?]
Yale’s reply came quickly: [Ms. Lloyd, I’m in my room. Wasn’t Mr. Hunt supposed to go to a bar with Ms. Charlton? I saw him leave just now.] Rachel’s grip tightened over the phone. That meant Tyler went to the bar by himself. Yale could sense something was wrong with Rachel’s mood, but he was smart enough not to expose her.
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Instead, he took an alternative approach. “Ms. Lloyd, why don’t we go check things out? If Mr. Hunt and Ms. Charlton both had a drop too much, we can help them out.”
“Okay, we’ll just wait outside and won’t head in.” Rachel grabbed her bag and left the hotel with Yale. When they arrived at the entrance of the bar, Rachel and Yale headed straight for the private room next to Tyler’s. They had to drive and avoided ordering alcohol. Instead, they went for two non-alcoholic beverages and some snacks. By the time Rachel woke up from her nap, it was already eight o’clock. Whatever she had for lunch had long been digested.
She walked to a wall and plastered her ear against it, trying to see if she could hear something from next door. She didn’t know if it was because of excellent soundproofing or if it really was silent, but she couldn’t hear a thing. Rachel started to regret taking the extra step of reserving a private room for Tyler. Yale approached her and plastered his ear on the wall, too.
“Can’t hear a thing.”
Rachel looked uneasily at him. “Anne wouldn’t throw herself on Mr. Hunt, would she? Why is there even a bed in the private room…?”
Yale turned around and saw a bed tucked away in a corner of the room. “Don’t worry, Ms. Lloyd. I don’t think anything will happen. Think about it—that bed is so tiny, it’s hardly enough for one person, not to mention two.”