Chapter 278: Crazy Girl
Yunice was on the phone, but her voice, once transmitted through the receiver, turned into a middle-aged man’s voice.
“Mr. Paul, ten million was just pocket change to you. Is this really worth hesitating over? If your concern is not trusting my family, then don’t waste our time; there are plenty of people in line behind us.”
Paul responded. “It isn’t about the money.”
Yunice sneered. “I think you should stick to being the heir of the Powell family. You had more money than you could ever spend, so don’t fight over opportunities meant for ordinary people.”
After saying that, Yunice decisively hung up the phone. She used a virtual number, so Paul couldn’t trace her. Yunice knew he was desperate for money and scrambling to find ways to make some, so she gave him an opportunity on a silver platter.
However, Paul hinted that another company was also vying for him, trying to make himself seem in demand. But Yunice didn’t care which company it was because she knew Paul, and she was confident he would choose her. She put her phone away, her gaze steady, looking ahead.
The sound of engines roaring through the wind filled the air as several sports cars drifted around in pursuit, their bodies barely visible through the thick dust. The smiles of both men and women blended together in a way that made Yunice furrow her brow in annoyance. She simply wanted to stay as far away from these troublesome people as possible. But despite her irritation, Yunice kept walking forward.
Wyatt took the binoculars from Jordan’s hand with a cold expression. Sure enough, he saw Yunice walking along the racetrack. He muttered, “Ridiculous.”
Jordan, sensing Wyatt’s frustration, quickly said, “I’ll go down and bring her up.”
At that moment, Wyatt noticed a few sports cars slowing down, with Morgan leading the pack, followed by a long convoy of cars. Morgan’s car slowly moved up beside Yunice, and he apparently failed to recognize her due to the dust. He looked her over, trying to get a better look.
“Crazy girl?” Morgan said, his expression filled with distaste, while the young woman in the passenger seat pouted and eyed Yunice with a competitive glance. Morgan was making laps around the track and vaguely spotted a shapely figure through the dust, which was why he came over to talk to her. But once he saw that it was Yunice, he felt annoyed.
“I was wondering who the ugly fool was who dared to take up my track. Turns out it’s you, crazy girl,” Morgan said sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you be at home warming that guy’s bed? Why are you…”
Yunice turned to face him. Standing still by his sports car, her expression was calm as she stared at him. Morgan, unsure of her intentions, felt uneasy under her gaze. For a brief moment, he even mentally checked the bad things he’d done to her recently.
The ring that Paul wore was given to him by Morgan. He heard that Paul caused a scene at Wyatt’s wedding, and many people saw Yunice’s wedding dress zipper with Paul’s ring hanging from it. Morgan hoped to get rid of the woman he was dissatisfied with, but nothing happened. Wyatt’s indulgence toward her reached a level he couldn’t understand.
When his schemes didn’t succeed, he acted like they didn’t happen, and quickly forgot about them. But now, with Yunice staring at him, he felt a little guilty, wondering if he had been exposed. Still, he convinced himself that Yunice couldn’t be that clever.
He scoffed, thinking he was overthinking it. Yunice is just a little crazy, and it was normal for lunatics to show such confusing expressions. He shifted the gear of his car, preparing to leave Yunice behind. Although he found Yunice unpleasant, he hadn’t forgotten the last time when he humiliated her just a little, and Wyatt kicked him so hard that he couldn’t get out of bed for days. He didn’t dare to provoke her again.
With one push on the accelerator, Morgan’s car kicked up a cloud of dust, throwing it all over Yunice. Yunice raised her hand to block it, her cold gaze fixed on the rear of Morgan’s speeding car. When the dust finally settled, Yunice surveyed her surroundings and looked up at the nearby watchtower.
Wyatt clearly stood in the tower, watching her, but with her eyesight, it was obvious she couldn’t see that far. She quickly turned her gaze elsewhere.
Jordan, standing next to Wyatt, asked in confusion, “Why is she here… Is she trying to find you? But how does she know you’re here? Did she put a tracker on our car?”
Wyatt didn’t reply. He was about to go down to find Yunice himself, but stopped when he noticed her movements. He wanted to see what Yunice was up to. His instincts told him that Yunice wasn’t as honest as she seemed.
Morgan was making laps around the track, one of the drifting car’s tires skimming along the edge of the cliff, accompanied by the sharp sound of tires, and some crushed stones tumbled down the slope.