The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 176

Use others to your advantage; stay centered in yourself; never see marriage as turning into someone else's accessory—that’s what a strong, independent woman was supposed to do.

Yunice’s eyes lit up with admiration, her voice burning with excitement.

"Then you should marry Wyatt!"

Taylor nearly spit out her coffee.

When Taylor gave her a look like she’d completely lost her mind, Yunice quickly explained, "I’m serious! Wyatt may not come from a great background, but his capabilities are on par with the Powells. You and him together—that’s a real power couple!"

Taylor laughed, a little mischievously, then glanced behind Yunice and tilted her chin in that direction. "Why don’t you take a look behind you first."

Yunice turned around—and froze. Jordan stood there, wearing an earpiece, giving her a polite but awkward nod.

She stared at the earpiece, and her mind went blank. Don’t tell me… Wyatt’s on the other end of that.

Taylor said, "Hey, this wasn’t me setting you up. I just saw him, too."

There was definite amusement in her voice. She hadn’t expected Yunice to say something that wild, either.

"Looks like Ms. Saunders has something to handle," Taylor said with a laugh, picking up her purse in an entirely unapologetic tone. "I’ll leave you to it, then."

Even after stepping out of the café, Taylor was still laughing to herself.

"Ms. Taylor," Alan said as he opened the car door for her.

Taylor crossed her arms, still amused. "Can you believe it? Yunice actually told me I should marry Wyatt."

Alan smiled and said, "And what did you say, Ms. Taylor?"

Taylor replied, "I know myself. If I chose Wyatt, I’d lose control of the narrative."

She wanted to build an empire for herself, not someone else.

She couldn’t handle Wyatt. That man is unhinged.

She tilted her head and looked toward the café, where Yunice had just stepped out.

Alan followed her gaze and said, "If even you can’t handle him, then she definitely doesn’t stand a chance."

But this time, Taylor didn’t agree. "Not necessarily."

At the Powell family dinner the other day, even though the encounters had been brief, she could tell—Wyatt treated Yunice differently.

Yunice got into Jordan’s car.

Wyatt wasn’t in it, though. Jordan drove her to a banquet hall.

It was a seaside hotel; the event space covered over five thousand square feet. Inside the hall, glasses clinked and conversations overlapped; elite guests filled the space shoulder to shoulder.

Yunice walked through the VIP entrance, which led straight to the wraparound terrace. Wyatt was out there, leaning against the railing with the wind in his hair.

Fine.

Yunice finally tilted her head to take a look, intrigued. A string of worry beads.

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