William bleaving /bwasn’t a bad thing, Rachel told herself. At least she wouldn’t need to share a bed with him–that would only disgust her.

She slept pretty well that night.

After waking up, Rachel wasn’t surprised to see that the other side of the bed was empty. She got out of bed and made herself a simple breakfast before getting started on her resignation letter.

At ten o’clock, William texted her.

[I’m sorry, Rachel. Samantha’s fever was too high. I sent her to the hospital, and that took us quite a while.]

Rachel smiled, her eyes hollow.

She replied in her usual magnanimous and forgiving stance

[It’s fine. It must be tough on her, having bto /btake on the burden of caring for her sick mother while she’s still so young.]

William texted her a sad face emoji, followed by, II’m d you’re not mad.]

Rachel didn’t reply to that. She bfound /bit rather hrious–was it important at all to William whether she was mad or not?

She put her phone down and continued working on her resignation letter before sending it to the shareholders via email. She was binvolved /bin many projects and was also William’s wife, which made her different from an ordinary employee. Thus, her resignation was a slightly trickier matter.

At seven in the evening, Rachel put on some light makeup and a light yellow gauze tube dress. She gathered her hair up in a simple and elegant w clip. A pair of rose gold hoop earringspleted her clean, sharp look.

It was simple and not too much, giving her a refreshing feel Rachel was beautiful to begin with, and the light touch of makeup entuated her already striking features

In a bid to minimize interactions with Yvette as much as possible, Rachel agreed to meet her at the entrance of the hotel. Otherwise, they might bjust /bend up fighting all the way.

When Rachel arrived, she saw Yvette stepping out of a car that Rachel could recognize even with her eyes closed. Shawn, bthe /bLloyd family chauffeur, was at the wheel. He always used to fetch her everywhere in that car.

Yvette stepped out of the car elegantly, donning a champagne feather cocktail dress and thetest ne with an exorbitant price tag. She also had on a bracelet and a ring–she bwas /bputting on as many essories as her body could wear.

A thought suddenly came to Rachel’s mind.

The more onecked something, the more one would try to appear to have it.

That was exactly the case with Yvette.

However, the way she dressed had nothing to do with Rachel, who was bhere /bjust to y the role of a matchmaker.

Yvette’s makeup was impable, clearly from the hand of a top–notch makeup artist. She had spent the entire afternoon dolling herself up just for this banquet.

bShe /bwanted Rachel to see that she was in no way inferior to her, and that Rachel wasn’t the only one worthy of being the daughter of the bLloyd /bfamily.

Yvette held up the hem of her dress and walked haughtily toward Rachel.

for me.”

“Doesn’t my dress look fabulous? I’m telling you, it costs a ton of money! Dad chose it specially for me.”

Rachel hummed indifferently. “Hope your outfit catches Mr. Hunt’s eyes, or it’d all be in bvain/b.”

Yvette’s face changed at Rachel’s words. “What do you mean by that? Would be fancy you Instead, you bdeaf /b

woman?”

Rachel’s lips curled in disdain as she looked icily at Yvette. If you were deaf, you might not even be able to lip- read. At the very least, I know what people are saying.”

Yvette’s face flushed with anger.

“You…”

“Still having designs on me?”

A man bumped into Rachel from behind, his voice low and familiar.