Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 208

Tyler’s eyes darkened. He looked like the devil. “You should know don’t like wasting words. Go back to the office and submit your resignation.”

Tim’s eyes widened in panic. “Mr. Hunt, can’t you give me just one more chance? I really had no choice. My child has leukemia. “He’s only three years old. I can’t just give up on him. The medical bills are overwhelming, and I can’t afford them anymore. Please, I’ve worked for you for so many years. Just this once, I’m begging you.”

Tyler’s tone remained resolute. “If you’ve been with me that long, you should know I never change my mind once I’ve made a decision.”

Rachel didn’t feel it was her place to interfere with how Tyler handled his own company affairs.

From her perspective, she might’ve taken Tim’s situation into consideration, but Tyler clearly wasn’t someone who showed mercy easily.

Tim looked completely crushed. It was as if his whole world had collapsed.

“Mr. Hunt, I swear I didn’t mean to do it. I was desperate. What else could I do? Should I just let my kid die? If there was any other way, I wouldn’t have done this.”

Tyler turned his face away. He didn’t even want to hear another word. “Once I’ve gotten to the bottom of this, I’ll come back and deal with you. I won’t bother tallying up how many kickbacks you’ve taken over the years. All you need to do now is resign.”

The weight of Tyler’s words was suffocating. Even Rachel could feel that Tim had no hope left. There was no point in him staying any longer.

She turned to him and said, “If you ask me, you should just leave. When you chose to do this, you should’ve known it would catch up with you sooner or later.”

Tim’s eyes filled with tears. He wiped at them clumsily. “Ms. Lloyd, if I had any other choice, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“If you made that choice, then you have to accept the consequences. You’ve worked with Mr. Hunt long enough to know exactly what kind of man he is.”

Rachel was worried that if the assistant kept begging like this, it would only anger Tyler further instead of softening his resolve. Tim sighed heavily. “I understand.”

Once he was gone, Tyler tugged at the shirt on him with a look of disgust.

“No wonder I’ve been feeling itchy lately. That guy must have a death wish. How dare he short change me on my personal items.

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He retrieved his phone and immediately called Yale, his chief aide. Tim was just responsible for day–to–day affairs.

Yale usually managed everything else but had been tied up with other work recently and hadn’t been around.

“Mr. Hunt, what can I do for you?” Yale asked respectfully.

“Look into the receipts for my personal expenses like clothes and daily items. Tim has been skimming from me. Also, find out if his kid really is sick.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hire a new personal assistant, and get someone to send over a proper change of clothes.”

“Yes, sir.”

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