The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 Price of Defiance

What a twisted mind.

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Yunice followed them into the main hall. Paul dropped into a chair off to the side, slouching comfortably against the backrest with his arms draped over the armrests. If Jackson weren’t in the room, he probably would’ve thrown a leg over the other knee like he owned the place.

Owen took the seat next to Paul.

Even Yunice had a seat–though hers was set behind Owen, farther from the center.

She hesitated before sitting down. When she looked up again, she realized there were no more empty chairs in sight.

Wyatt stood alone in the center of the hall. No one had even thought to offer him a seat.

Jackson took the main seat. Jensen wasn’t around, but his young wife, Linda stood by Jackson’s side, dabbing at her tears with a handkerchief.”

The moment she saw Wyatt, Linda began scolding him. “Wyatt, don’t blame Jackson for hitting you. You really crossed the line this time! You’re older–Paul’s your nephew. You’re supposed to let things slide. How could you beat him so had he can’t even get out of bed?” Then she added, “If you’d come back right away and apologized, Jackson wouldn’t have been mad. But no–he sent people after you more than once, and you just ignored them. Isn’t that just you deliberately trying to piss him off?”

Wyatt leaned on his cane, one shoulder lifting slightly as he shifted his weight to save his strength.

As he listened to the accusations Linda threw at him, a smirk tugged at his lips. His eyes and expression brimmed with mockery.

He didn’t even look directly at Jackson. Instead, his sideways glance happened to land on Yunice, sitting quietly in the farthest corner.

Maybe he hadn’t expected her to be there. Something flickered in his eyes for just a second, but it vanished quickly. He turned his head and gave Linda a look of cold amusement.

“All this effort just to put on a show? You really went all in to make your drama play out.” Wyatt adjusted his cane and took a step closer to Jackson. He didn’t even glance at Linda. His eyes locked on Jackson as he added with a cold smirk, “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. I’m not here to play along with your drama.”

“You arrogant punk! Jackson slammed his hand on the table. With guests watching he wasn’t about to let Wyatt challenge him like that. “Looks like it’s time I reminded you who’s in charge!”

Wyatt didn’t even flinch. He let out a dry chuckle. “You forget who you’re talking to? We don’t even share the same last name. What makes you think you get to tell me what to do?”

Jackson’s eyes bulged with rage. He slammed the table again and shot to his feet. “Bring in the rods! I’m going to deal with this disgrace of a son right here, in front of everyonel”

Jackson was doing this on purpose–putting on a show in front of outsiders so everyone would know that no matter how capable Wyatt was, he still had to answer to the Powell family.

He wanted to make sure Wyatt understood the price of going against him.

As four men carrying heavy staff’s marched into the hall, Paul felt a rush of excitement surge through him.

He threw a quick look at Yunice, thinking, Let’s see if the’s still into Wyatt once he’s on the ground, beaten like a dog.

Yunice clutched the scarf around her shoulders, eyes locked on the four men approaching Wyatt.

She knew this was Powell’s family business, and it had nothing to do with her. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a jolt of anxiety for Wyatt.

Even after everything Wyatt’s done… Is he still not free from the Powell family?

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Chapter 60 Price of Defiance

When Wyatt showed no sign of backing down, Jackson exploded. “Hit him! Don’t stop until he gives in!”

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Wyatt glared coldly at the men closing in. But no matter how tough you were, it was their turf and around here, the Powell family called the shots.

No one was going to stand up for him.

Two enforcers stepped forward, grabbed him by the shoulders, and started forcing him down.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged as he clenched his jaw and fought back.

But at the end of the day, he was still a cripple–how long could he hold out?

With a sharp crack, one of his knees hit the floor, Wyatt winced, his brow tightening–but that other leg held firm. refusing to give in.

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