Chapter 277: Sell the Watch
If Yunice had turned around at that moment, she would have recognized the boss from Elsie’s party the previous day. He valued his cooperation with the Cooper family, and if this deal went through, his resume would look fantastic! He wanted to get rid of Yunice because he feared she might cause trouble in the future. Luckily, she was just a surveyor, so it didn’t matter much.
Paul stayed in Elsie’s room, holding a game controller and playing games day and night. Elsie saw his dark eyes and stubbled chin, so she tearfully persuaded him, “Paul, why don’t you just apologize and go home? Your grandfather and father definitely won’t make things difficult for you.”
Paul said nothing, pressing the controller harder. Elsie could only step back and say, “Why don’t you call Taylor and have her help you out? She’s your wife; she won’t just watch you suffer.”
Paul coldly replied, “You’re asking me to ask a woman for help? Are you kidding me?” Besides, Taylor looked down on him the most.
After a while, Paul suddenly looked at the crying Elsie. “Are you short on money?”
When he asked, Elsie became even more aggrieved and cried, telling him how Yunice scammed her money, how many IOUs she had written, and how Oscar constantly chased her for the five million. “Oscar, who lent me five million, keeps pressing me for repayment. He even said that if I don’t pay, I have to sleep with him. One night equals 200 bucks.”
With a loud smack, Paul threw the controller to the floor. “What kind of scum dares to bully my woman!”
Elsie looked at him excitedly, thinking he was finally going to stand up, but instead, he took off his watch. Paul threw the watch into Elsie’s arms. “Sell it. It should be enough to pay off your debts.”
Elsie stared at him in shock. “This watch is your favorite…” Suddenly, she had a bad feeling. “Paul, you’re not planning to never go back to the Powell family, are you?”
Paul coldly said, “What? You’re afraid I can’t support you if I’m not the heir of the Powell family?” Elsie quickly apologized, saying she wasn’t worried about that. Seeing his mood worsen, Elsie… the screen had been killed, but he didn’t even look at it.
He looked at his own body. To buy a plane ticket back home, he had sold everything he could, and the watch was the only valuable thing he had left. But how long would the money last? He didn’t want to go back to the Powell family. He didn’t want to be forced back. And he didn’t want to face Jensen. If Wyatt, that crazy man, dared to treat Dad like that, there’s no guarantee he wouldn’t do the same to me.
“I don’t believe Wyatt can start from scratch, but I can’t!” Paul made up his mind and dialed a number.
At the racetrack, a mountain road had been enclosed, with watchtowers at intervals. At that moment, Wyatt sat in one of the watchtowers. He hadn’t slept at all, working nonstop from yesterday to today. Though he rested his forehead on his hand, his body was exhausted, but his mind wouldn’t shut down.
Jordan climbed up the stairs. “Wyatt, I don’t know which fool it was, but Paul was about to make a deal, only to be intercepted.”
Wyatt glanced at him impatiently, and Jordan took a step back. “Woohoo!” A cheering whistle came from below the watchtower. Wyatt turned his head to look. Below, a group of rich young heirs raced luxury cars around the track.
Men and women dressed flamboyantly, some standing and some sitting in the sports cars. The most eye-catching was the front car, the newest limited-edition sports car, of which only one existed in the world. In the convertible driver’s seat, a red-haired man with red funky sunglasses slapped the steering wheel, shouting loudly.
“Whew, nice!” Morgan slammed on the brakes, and his body lurched forward from the inertia, but the seatbelt bounced him back. He held the steering wheel with one hand while the woman in the passenger seat screamed and kissed him on the cheek.
Jordan frowned as he looked at the spoiled rich kids, thinking this car could only be driven in the afternoon, or it would end in an accident. Just as Jordan was about to look away, his sharp eyes caught a slender figure outside the car group. He didn’t see clearly but felt it looked familiar. His sharp instincts led him to pick up binoculars and look—a woman in a thin windbreaker walked against the wind, her long curly hair flying behind her, occasionally lifting up to cover her eyes.