Chapter b644 /b

    Rachel was so busy today that her head was spinning. At this point, her brain was about to crash.

    “What about the fourth project I have on hand right now?”

    Yale thought about it, putting himself in Tyler’s shoes. “I think this time, don’t say it’s from overseas again. If we keep pushing that angle, I’m afraid it really will expose us.”

    Rachel nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go with what you suggest first.”

    “Okay. Also, Ms. Lloyd, could I trouble youter? When you sing for Mr. Hunt, please sing a bit longer. Help him sleep more deeply. He hasn’t closed his eyes in days. If it weren’t for Mr. Lloyd’s incident, I doubt you’d even be seeing him today.”

    Rachel frowned, her heart clenching just at the thought of him going several nights without sleep. Was this man trying to destroy himself?

    She asked Yale, “And you don’t even try to persuade him?”

    Yale smiled bitterly. “I’d have to be able to persuade him first. You know what Mr. Hunt’s like better than

    anyone.”

    Rachel thought about it and realized he had a point. “Fine. If there’s any other issueter, let me know. For now, I’d better get back inside.”

    Yale nodded.

    Back in the living room, Rachel told Jerry, b“/bbIf /byou’re tired, get some rest. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

    Jerry, however, was more worried about her. “Rachel, aren’t you going to rest a bit? And why does Mr. Hunt need you to stay with him just to sleep?”

    “Because he has a habit–he likes ito /ilisten to me singing while he falls asleep.”

    Jerry was puzzled. “Only singing?”

    Rachel was honest. “Yeah.”

    Jerry immediately offered, “Then how about this. You go rest, I’ll sing for Mr. Hunt. What kind of songs

    does he like?”

    Rachel was dumbfounded. “Uhh…”

    Yale, who had just returned from the balcony, was also stunned for a moment before hurrying over.

    “Jerry, right? The thing is, Mr. Hunt only likes listening to women singing. Men? Not so much.”

    Jerry, always blunt, blurted out without thinking, “Wow, Mr. Hunt sure is picky.”

    Yale was speechless.

    Rachel knew Jerry meant no harm. He was just genuinely trying to let her rest.

    She rose on tiptoe, ced a hand on his shoulder, and said, “Enough, stop worrying about me. Go handle

    your own stuff.”

    Jerry didn’t push further.

    Rachel went back into the room. Tyler was leaning against the bed, focused on his phone, clearly

    immersed in work from the look on his face.

    Carrying a cup of water, Rachel casually walked over to his side. “I heard from Yale that yourpany already has investors interested. Why haven’t you agreed yet?”

    Tyler finished typing hisst few words, closed the phone, and set it aside. His tone was displeased.

    “Yale really doesn’t know what he’s doing. Next month, maybe I should just ship him off to the media department to work as a paparazzo.”

    “Come on, Yale’s just concerned about you. And honestly, with a boss as difficult as you, who else besides Yale could even put up with you? Be grateful.”

    Tyler wrapped an arm around Rachel’s waist and pulled her firmly into hisp. He clicked his tongue and looked into her crystal–clear eyes.

    “What, you’re taking Yale’s side now? Not that he has abs or anything. Those college boys who added you the other day, though? They’re in way better shape.”

    If he hadn’t mentioned this, Rachel wouldn’t have remembered howst time, out of nowhere, her Facebook homepage had been mysteriously hidden.

    She struggled out of Tyler’s arms to sit up, though he leaned right against her still, steadying her as if afraid she might lose bnce.

    Tilting her head, she looked him straight in the eye and said firmly, “Did you mess with my Facebook

    ount?”