Chapter b153 /b

b“/bI just saw Mr. Hunt drawing a lot a minute ago, didn’t you?”

“Oh my god, this is wild. But honestly, with Mr. Hunt’s personality I really didn’t think he’d be the type to join a game like this.”

“Exactly! I heard hispany held a team–building event once, and it was a huge deal that he actually showed up. All the women in thepany were thrilled. And guess what? He showed up and then slept the entire afternoon.”

“Sounds about right. He doesn’t seem like someone who’d enjoy this kind of thing.”

Rachel was curious too. She couldn’t believe Tyler was actually joining the game.

Suddenly someone shouted again. “Mr. Hunt is in Group 2!”

The crowd instantly became excited again.

“Who’s in Group 2? I’m so jealous!”

“Oh no, now I really want to be in Group 2.b” /b

“Me too! Can we switch?”

“I think so. I’m gonna ask Rachel. She’s easy–going.”

“Me too, I’ll go.”

In an instant, Rachel was surrounded by people. All of them were holding their slips and trying to trade with her.

“Rachel, can I trade with you?”

“Rachel, if you trade with me, I’ll do any data work you need.”

“Same here. Our whole department will support you first and foremost.”

“Rachel, I just came back from overseas and bought some amazing chocte. I’ll bring you some if you’ll trade!”

Rachel didn’t really mind switching teams, but there was just one problem. She held up her own slip. “I’d love to trade, but I only have one.”

“Give it to me!”

“Me! Pick me!”

“Name your price, anything you want, I’ll do it!”

Rachel was genuinely unsure who to give it to.

Cecilia tugged at her arm. “You’re not seriously thinking of trading with them, are you? Come on, everyone’s dying to be on Mr. Hunt’s team and you’re going to give that up?”

Rachel shrugged nonchntly. “It’s not a big deal,”

Cecilia leaned in and studied her bface/b. “Wait, are you immune to hot guys or something?”

Rachel had to admit that Tyler was attractive, but the moment he opened his mouth, he could shut down a whole room. She didn’t have the mental strength to deal with someone like that.

She gave ba /bpolite, neutral smile. “He’s alright.”

Just thenb, /bTyler walked over. His expression was calm and cool. “Rules bsay /bno switching teams.b” /b

“Aww.”

A collective sigh of disappointment echoed from the crowd.

Rachel raised her hands with a helpless smile. “Well, there’s nothing I can do then.”

The crowd that had swarmed her quickly dispersed.

The game’s rules were simple. Everyone had to stand on a pre–marked circr pad. No one’s feet were allowed to touch the ground outside of it. If anyone in the group stepped off, the entire team would be disqualified.

The pads were only big enough to fit three to four people standing closely together, but each team had about eight members. To make it harder, everyone had to get to a pad marked with a specific color.

Just listening to the rules made Rachel tired, She really didn’t want to participate, but she had no choice because iit /iwas mandatory.

Someone from thepany, older and unable to join the game, was assigned to act as referee.

“Alright, everyone gather with your groups and start discussing your strategy. You’ve got five minutes. I’ll give the signal after that.”

The energy in the other teams was high. Everyone wanted that generous prize.

“Here’s the n. Stack in tight, press in, and whoever can hug someone, do it. Forget everything else. Winninges first.”

Tyler stood beside Rachel with his arms crossed. He leaned forward slightly to whisper in her ear. “Are you dumb?”

Rachel gave him a sideways nce. “Huh?”