bAll /bbof /ba suddenb, /bRachel didn’t know what bto /bsay bto /bTyler. She bwasn /bthat close to himb, /bband /bcouldn’t just ask bhim /bwhat bhe /bbwas /bbusy with.

She hesitated for a moment before typing a few words.

[bI /bbhave /bsomething important to discuss with youb./b]

After looking at the text over and over again and checking that there were no issues with it, Rachel sent it.

Yet, she didn’t hear from him afterward.

She didn’t want to ask him again. If he really was busy and she kept texting him, it would only annoy him.

After all, Tyler wasn’t a kind man.

Rachel had no choice but to leave things be and focus on shifting her belongings to her new workstation.

Samantha kept herself busy in thepany the entire day, probably due to pressure from the shareholders and the fact that she had made a huge blunder.

Rachel was done moving and arranging her belongings when she saw Samantha rush back to her workstation, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed.

It was clear for all to see that things had been tough for her.

Seeing Rachelb, /bSamantha immediately approached her and looked at her like she was her savior. Grabbing her hand, Samantha asked sweetly, “Rachel, have you called Mr. Hunt? Did he say yes?

“No, he didn’t reply to me.”

Samantha let go of Rachel’s hand. A look of disappointment settled on her face, and she pouted. “Rachel, do you not want to help me?”

Rachel stared at Samantha, confused. “What do you mean by that?

“Are you still upset about William giving me the position of director and your workstation? bIf /byou prefer your previous workstation, I can let you have it. I don’t like to beat around the bush and y games at work. If I’ve offended you with my words, please don’t take it to heart. I don’t mean any harm.”

Samantha kept lowering her head, looking apologetic.

Colleagues around them started throwing curious nces in their way. It looked as though Rachel was bullying Samantha, abusing her status as the CEO’s wife.

“Ms. Judd,” Rachel retorted, “you don’t need to apologize to me. Mr. Lewis isn’t around, and you need to do your work. I only agreed to help you contact Mr. Hunt, nothing more. Also, there’s nothing between me and Mr. Hunt. We’re not even friends. Please stop shooting your mouth off.”

Rachel stared grimly at Samantha, her eyes indifferent. She was all business–like, with nary a hint of emotion.

Samantha lowered her head, her voice filled with remorse andplex emotions. b“/bI’m sorry, Rachel. I’m getting too anxious. If I don’t solve this problem, the shareholders will surely call William to task.”

Rachel looked unbothered by the possibility.

“That’s your problem. I’m just going to do what I’m tasked to. I’ll let you know when I receive a reply from Mr. Hunt. Since bI /bcan’t seem to secure an appointment with him, you should start finding alternatives.”

Rachel brushed past Samantha and left the office. It was time to knock off.

Everyone else was taken aback, and began to murmur among themselves.

“What’s wrong with Rachel recently? She used to be a workaholic, but she’s been totally cking off these days.”

“She had her title of director removed and was chased out of the meeting room by the shareholders. Ms. Judd bis /bthe one in bcharge /bnow. Would you continue giving your all if it were you?”

Chapter b66 /b