Chapter 932

Carl totally lost it the second that woman stirred things up—but he only let it out with words. He knew his limits. Going head-to-head with Robert? That'd be suicide. He quickly distanced himself, scoffing, "People with manners don't resort to violence. And they sure don't go around stealing other people's projects." Robert didn't respond. Carl's misunderstanding only made Rachel trust Robert more. That was probably why Beckett kept quiet about the real story. Carl was way too easy to read—everything showed on his face. No poker face, zero acting skills. Rachel got that too. She knew Carl couldn't fake emotions like this. Madeleine had shown some disgust toward Robert as well, but she had way better acting chops, which made Rachel cautious. Carl shot another comment, full of venom. "Figures. Birds of a feather flock together. Some people are just scum pairing with scum." He stared at Robert, voice low and cold. "You and Rachel really are a match made in hell. What's the phrase? Skank a