The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Smile for the Fall Sweetheart

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. Instead of seeing it as a challenge, he found it amusing

Yunice set the file down and said, “Mr. Carl is very likely to work with you; otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to meet you. I think he’s waiting on a show of intent.”

Wyatt smiled. “That’s enough business talk for now, Weren’t you planning to stir the pot a little?”

He pondered. Your turn to shine.

Yunice replied, “I don’t need to lift a finger. Her vanity will ruin her all by itself.”

Both Yunice and Wyatt had a knack for drawing trouble; they knew better than to mingle at the main event.

Wyatt took Yunice upstairs, where they found a perfect spot with a full view of the room below.

Yunice sat with her back straight, facing the railing, watching the guests in the hall as if searching

for someone.

Wyatt, on the other hand, lounged comfortably in a rosewood chair, seemingly indifferent to everything around him. From time to time, he’d glance up–always toward Yunice. If she wasn’t looking, he’d let his gaze linger a little longer.

She was wearing the dress he’d picked out. He liked seeing her in a princess dress.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Wyatt asked, “What are you looking at?”

Yunice said, “I haven’t seen Paul or Jensen anywhere.”

The smile on Wyatt’s lips dimmed slightly; his gaze fell on the delicate curve of Yunice’s neck. and Paul’s words echoed in his mind.

Sensing a sudden chill, Yunice turned to find Wyatt watching her with a sharp, unreadable look. She had no idea what triggered it and observed him cautiously.

It took a few seconds before Wyatt pulled himself together and casually said, “Maybe he ran home crying to his daddy.”

Yunice looked back down at the crowd below, though her thoughts drifted. She remembered what Carl had said to her earlier in the lounge.

Carl had asked, “Do you know why Wyatt suddenly lashed out that day at the pool hall?”

She’d said she didn’t..

Carl told her, “I said I’d do business with him–if he handed you over to me. And then he hit me”

Her eyes had gone wide when he said that. Hyatt had thrown a punch… for mer

Now, thinking back to that flash of coldness in Wyatt’s eyes, Yunice picked up on a pattern, every time she brought up Paul in front of him, he seemed unhappy

A new idea began to take shape in her mind.

“Mr. Jackson’s looking sharp as ever!”

“With a promising younger generation and the Powell family thriving, no wonder Mr. Jackson’s in such high spirits!”

“I heard he never shows up to Mr. Jackson’s birthday parties. But then again, what do you expect from someone raised wit no manners? Born with a mother, raised like he didn’t have one.”

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