Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852

Mark’s tips were no small amounts, either.

He smiled and began teasing Rachel. “Cut the crap. Let me just ask you, how often do you eat the food those girls buy for you?”

Rachel’s gaze flickered for a moment. She waved her hand impatiently.

“Forget it, I don’t want to talk about this. Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Anyway, I’ll eat this.”

She opened the car door and got in. Mark chuckled.

“Look at you, acting all dignified.”

The car headed toward the main company. On the way, Mark glanced at Rachel, who was still eating her donut.

“Tell me, have you figured out how you’re going to explain things to Hannah when we get there?”

Rachel took a bite of the donut, sipped the milk he gave her, and said through a mouthful, “I don’t know. I’ll just lay everything out as it is. If she can accept it, we’ll negotiate. If she wants to sue me or make a scene… I’ll use that ultimate secret weapon you gave me to deal with her.”

Mark thought her plan wasn’t bad. His bottom line was simple–he just didn’t want Rachel to suffer.

“Fine. Good luck. If she really insists on suing, I’ll get you a good lawyer. But honestly, you should’ve talked to me before you decided to use this method.”

“If I told you, I’d be dragging you down with me. At least this way I’m the only one going to take the heat.”

Rachel was glad now that she hadn’t told him back then. Mark might look lazy and sharp–tongued most of the time, never sparing her from a jab, but when things got critical, he always stood on her

side without hesitation.

Since he treated her so well, Rachel wasn’t willing to drag him into the mess.

Mark frowned. “You know Hannah hates your guts. She’s always tripping you up. Why would you do this? Never mind, this is pointless.”

He pulled up in front of the company.

“You go up first. I’ll come up later, so no one thinks we’re plotting something together.”

“Fine.”

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Chapter 852

Rachel went upstairs and pushed open Hannah’s office door.

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Hannah sat behind her desk in a white suit. Her face was expressionless, but her fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the tabletop, like she was presiding over a trial. Two lawyers in suits sat at her side, thick files spread open before them.

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