Chapter 550 No Deal
“I don’t have proof,” Paul sneered, “but you–after I’ve told you the truth, why don’t you believe me? You scared this’ll mess things up between you and Wyatt?”
“On one side, you’ve got your own brother. On the other, the man Wyatt’s protecting. You’re afraid that once you know the truth, you’ll humiliate yourself, aren’t you?”
He smirked, voice mocking. “Guess you really are a coward. Elsie was killed by Morgan. Then he lured Oscar over to take the fall for him.”
“But if you used your brain for once, you’d figure it out–Morgan’s a psycho. You really think he’s smart enough to clean up all the evidence by himself? The reason the police haven’t found a second suspect is because someone powerful is pulling strings behind the scenes.”
Yunice gave a cold laugh. “So what you’re trying to say is, Wyatt helped Morgan but not me?”
Paul replied smoothly. “I get it. You want a good life with Wyatt. You rely on him, after all. And sure, maybe he helped Morgan walk free, but that doesn’t mean he won’t help you. Maybe he’ll even pull some strings and shave a few years off your brother’s sentence. You should be grateful.”
“Let’s just pretend tonight never happened. I never said Morgan was the one who did it, and you can keep pretending you don’t know. Go home, play the perfect couple with Wyatt. Let your brother do a few years in prison–it’s a small price to pay for a lifetime of security.”
Yunice didn’t even flinch, calm and posed. She said, “I get your desperate little game, trying to stir up drama–but you left out one key detail.”
“Elsie was pregnant. That means besides you and Morgan, there was another man in her life.”
Which meant Paul’s slander didn’t hold water.
He stiffened for a second, probably surprised to learn Elsie had ever been pregnant.
But then he laughed–a foul, ugly sound.
“That’s your reason for ruling Morgan out?” Paul sneered. “You didn’t see that one coming, huh? Elsie’s pregnancy? That was my doing.”
“She was used up by Morgan–I wouldn’t touch her after that. But I was still pissed. So I gave her some drugs, brought in seven or eight homeless guys, and let them take turns on her all night.”
“Hahaha! And when she woke up the next morning, she actually thought I was the one who slept with her. That filthy slut got pregnant with a beggar’s kid. Shame she didn’t get to have it–man, I would’ve loved to see her face when she found out the truth. Hahaha!”
Yunice’s face darkened. She hadn’t imagined the reality would be this sickening.
But thinking it over, everything lined up. Everyone’s behavior made sense now.
She stood up. She’d gotten the answers she needed. There was no point wasting another second with Paul. “Yunice,” Paul called from where he sat, “I’ve still got solid proof. Proof that Morgan’s the one who killed Elsie.”
“But if you want it, there’s something I want in return.”
“I want your scar cream. Once my scars are gone, I’ll give you the evidence. You can take it, blow it up online, stir the pot–then even Wyatt won’t be able to keep your brother locked up.”
He knew Yunice had scar medicine. Back when he’d injured her, the wound on her face had been deep.
Everyone thought she’d be a laughingstock at her wedding with Wyatt.
But she’d healed her face in secret–and stunned them all.
Paul had tried everything to fix his own face, but every method had its drawbacks. Yunice was his last hope.
She didn’t stop walking. “No.”
She had zero intention of trading with him–zero intention of giving him any hope.
“...!” Rejected again, Paul snapped. Staring at her back, rage boiling over, he lunged and grabbed her ankle.
Yunice was walking up a slope. With one sharp tug, she lost her balance and fell back into the ditch. With a hiss of friction, she hit the dirt–Paul pounced, hands flying to her throat!
Elianna screamed. She wanted to help but took two fearful steps back. She glanced around wildly, debating whether to go get help.
Just then, headlights approached–and a car pulled up nearby.
The door burst open, and two bulky men in black jumped out.
Elianna had no idea who they were. Terrified, she backed up and ducked into the car, locking the doors tight.
But the two men sprinted straight toward the roadside.
Before they even got there, a dull thud echoed from the ditch, followed by a pained cry.
By the time they reached it, Yunice had already climbed out.
Paul lay writhing in the pit, hands cupping his groin–clearly kicked.
Yunice looked up at the two men. Her expression finally softened a little.
She asked coldly. “You two have been following me this whole time?”
The men immediately bowed. “Ma’am, Mr. Wyatt assigned us. We’re here to protect you. We’ll report everything that happened tonight to Mr. Wyatt. You don’t need to worry.”