Chapter 266 Unmasked
Everyone else had been kicked out. Except Wyatt.
Finished
He lounged leisurely in the chair, casually pulling out a cigarette. But after a moment’s thought about the air quality and all that, he scowled and flicked it into a bone china teacup.
Jackson, livid with rage, stomped over on unsteady legs. His voice cracked as he shrieked, “Look at what you’ve done! Are you even human?!”
Wyatt chuckled, clearly entertained. “This is on me? I control the skies, the earth, and now your son’s sphincter too?”
“You…!” Jackson was so furious, he could only sputter the word “you” over and over.
Wyatt did not bat an eye. With his usual devil–may–care tone, he said, “You’re not getting any younger, sir. Maybe take a breather, yeah? If you fall and break something, who’s going to wipe your crappy son’s ass for you?”
With a snort of mockery, he stood and strode off.
Jackson could only watch that arrogant back disappear, seething but helpless.
Once outside the courtyard, Wyatt finally lit a cigarette. The Powell family had made a mess today, sure, but for some reason, he still felt restless.
As he raised the cigarette to his lips, something caught the corner of his eye.
Taylor was walking alongside a girl, bundled head to toe, cap pulled low. The two looked like they were about to leave the Powell mansion.
His gaze lingered on the girl in the baseball cap… and dropped to her waist.
After a pause, he lowered the cigarette and smirked, then casually walked their way.
With his long legs, he easily caught up. “Ms. Taylor,” he called, “the old man took a fall. He’s asking for you.”
Startled, Taylor looked at him. When had he even shown up?
She then glanced toward the conference hall, lights still on. She hesitated only a moment before believing him, hurrying off to check on Jackson, which left Yunice alone.
Sensing his gaze, Yunice walked on as if she had not noticed. But Wyatt slipped one hand into his pocket and trailed behind her, unhurried and silent.
She peeked back. Had he recognized me?
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Chapter 266 Unmasked
Just as Yunice stepped over the tall threshold, a hand slid around her waist from behind.
Finished
She flinched, turning her head just in time to meet Wyatt’s eyes. He stood close, his entire frame brushing against hers, his gaze locked on hers as they were suddenly eye to eye.
One foot over the threshold, one still behind. It would not take much to send her tumbling.
This damn threshold. It was originally built to trip Wyatt. Now it had her stuck instead.
Wyatt did not let go. She could not move forward.
And under the brim of her cap, she could feel his eyes seeking hers, teasing, probing.
She ducked her head to hide, but then his hand moved. He lifted it, fingers unerring, and pinched the scar on her cheek with precise elegance.
Startled, Yunice jerked away, and a piece of silicone scar tore off her face.
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