The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Don’t Go Begging

Chapter 150 Don’t Go Begging

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Yunice didn’t want to let Wyatt down. She looked at him and said, “I thought you guys were too busy; didn’t want to bother you with something this small”

“And what exactly counts as something big?”

This time, it wasn’t Jordan stepping in as the mouthpiece–Wyatt turned his head and asked her himself.

Was dangling off a high–rise like some death–defying stunt not dramatic enough for you?”

Yunice went quiet. He knew about that! But why is he so angry? He had barely met enough times to count on two hands.

“You’re my fiancée, Wyatt said, his voice tight. “The wedding’s almost here. You trying to die and stick me with a reputation as some sort of wife–killer?”

Yunice blinked in disbelief–again and again–until she heard his words. That’s when it finally clicked. So that is it.

Wyatt didn’t care about her–he cared about his reputation, about whether or not he could still marry someone else in the

future.

And fair enough–his reputation was already terrible. No proper lady wanted to marry him in the first place. If he tacked on the whole “bad luck in love” label on top of that, even regular girls would run for the hills.

Wyatt leaned back in his seat, eyes dark, clearly irritated. “What a pain. Maybe I should just kill them all.”

Jordan kept driving smooth as ever, but Yunice said, “No. Their lives belong to me.”

Wyatt gave her a cold look.

Yunice didn’t flinch. If something needed to be said, she would say it. “You didn’t kill Jackson was that because you couldn’t!”

Jordan shot her a quick glance. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t care if people called you a patricide,” Yunice said. “But you didn’t go through with it. Why? Because you wanted the ones who failed you to end up crawling at your feet, begging for mercy!”

“Killing them isn’t hard. If I wanted someone dead by midnight, I could slip something in their food, and they’d never make it to dawn. But what’s the fun in that?”

“I want them to see just how wrong they were. I want to give them back everything they ever dished out to me. I want them to feel the same suffering I did. I want their nights to be sleepless, filled with regret–not just some clean cut that buries them and me in one go.”

Wyatt didn’t say anything, but his eyes darkened in thought.

Jordan chuckled. “If I weren’t the one driving. I’d be clapping for Ms. Saunders‘ grand ambitions.”

Yunice replied, “Not as grand as Mr. Cooper’s. I’m just fighting small fish; he’s gambling with sharks.”

Taking on the Powell family made the Saunders family look like child’s play.

Jordan gave a low whistle. Not bad, she sure knows how to flatter when it counts.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Yunice felt like Wyatt’s mood had eased. The rigid tension in his shoulders had relaxed a bit; now he just looked comfortably indifferent.

He said, “Didn’t expect you and I were on the same page. Even better?

Better how, exactly

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Chapter 150 Don’t Go Begging

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Once again. Jordan jumped in as the spokesperson. “Well, since Ms. Saunders and Wyatt’s wedding is coming up soon, Mr. Jackson wants to host a family dinner and has invited Ms. Saunders to attend.”

Yunice blurted out. “Sounds more like a setup to me.”

Wyatt said. “Glad you know

She glanced his way again, then heard Jordan say, “Since Ms. Saunders is new to the family, there’ll definitely be some…. friction So we kindly ask that Ms. Saunders not cause Wyatt any unnecessary trouble over irrelevant people.”

What’s that supposed to mean? But no one gave h

her an answer.

Jordan continued laying out the plan like it was no big deal. There are some arrangements for the dinner, so Ms. Saunders will stay at Pavilion Hall tonight. It’s easier for me to coordinate that way.”

Of course, what Jordan meant–was what Wyatt meant.

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