Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691

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Chapter 691

Ding!

It was the sound of a lock clicking open.

Rachel and Yale stared at each other in shock.

It really opened!

They had guessed right.

The two of them exchanged a quick, triumphant high–five, then swiftly pulled Tyler’s company seal out

of the safe and stamped it onto the contract.

Jerry’s call came through again. “Rachel, are you guys done yet?”

“We’re done, we’re done.”

“Too late–even if you’re done, Tyler’s already in the elevator. You’d better find somewhere to hide.”

Rachel grabbed her phone, yanked Yale by the arm, and darted into the wardrobe.

Just as she was about to close the door, Yale blurted out, “Ms. Lloyd, we can’t hide here! Mr. Hunt has

OCD. Every time he comes in, the first thing he does is change clothes.”

Rachel was so anxious that her words almost tangled up. “And you couldn’t have said that earlier?”

THIT

She threw open the wardrobe doors again, scanning the office. The problem was that there wasn’t anywhere else to hide.

Yale pointed to the desk across from Tyler’s.

“Under there!”

“That’s pointless. He’ll see us right away.”

“Not if he sits down. Once Mr. Hunt sits at his desk, he barely moves.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide. “And if he doesn’t move, are we supposed to stay here the whole time?”

Yale, for once, sounded confident. “You can always message him and tell him to leave. Trust me–if it’s

you, he’ll listen.”

With no better option, Rachel reluctantly agreed. The two of them squeezed under the desk–just as the office door swung open.

As expected, Tyler walked straight in, dropped into his chair, and started gathering the files on his desk.

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Then, he glanced at the clock.

He pulled out his phone and started to call Yale.

Rachel seemed to sense it–she frantically pointed at Yale’s phone.

Yale scrambled, fumbling to silence it, but Tyler’s call was already coming through. In the nick of time,

Yale hit the mute button.

Rachel sighed in relief. Tonight felt like one long roller coaster ride. She had never been more terrified.

When Yale didn’t answer, Tyler grew suspicious and dialed Rachel instead. Her phone buzzed quietly, but she dared not pick up either.

Tyler’s expression darkened. Something wasn’t right.

At that moment, a security guard burst in. “Mr. Hunt, someone reported an intruder in the building!”

Tyler’s expression hardened. “Pull the surveillance footage.”

“Yes, sir.”

Under the desk, Rachel and Yale both froze. If Jerry hadn’t managed to disable the cameras, everything

they had done would be exposed!

“Is the surveillance taken care of?” Yale mouthed desperately.

Rachel shook her head–she didn’t know. In the rush to beat Tyler here, she had completely forgotten to

ask Jerry about the cameras.

Yale’s eyes went wide. He spread his hands, gesturing wildly that he was ready to bolt right then and

there.

Rachel yanked him back down before he could move.

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