Chapter 555 Two Horns, One Heart

“Open it and have a look,” Wyatt said, ignoring Victor.

Yanice’s expression shifted slightly. His confidence intrigued her—what had he given her that made him so certain it would win her favor over Victor?

Her hand hovered over Wyatt’s box. A quiet weight settled in her chest.

This was a delicate moment. No matter what Wyatt had brought, she had to be diplomatic. Disappointing either man would cost her.

Victor had clearly gone to great lengths to procure the rhino horn. She couldn’t afford to let his effort feel overlooked.

But Wyatt was making it a direct challenge—he wouldn’t let her brush it off.

So Yanice complied and opened the box.

Victor kept a neutral face, but his eyes flicked toward it. He was curious too, even if he believed nothing Wyatt could offer would beat what he’d brought.

After all, Yunice needed rhino horn most right now.

“Rhino horn?” Yunice’s voice held a flicker of genuine surprise.

Victor’s brow furrowed. His gaze turned slightly strange as he looked down at the box in Wyatt’s hand. Inside was, unmistakably, a rhino horn.

Wyatt looked satisfied. “Happy with it? Didn’t you say just a few days ago that you needed rhino horn to help your friend?”

But the expression on both Yunice and Victor’s faces wasn’t quite what Wyatt had expected.

Sharp as ever, Wyatt immediately sensed something was off. His smile faded slightly. Then, without a word, he lifted the lid of Victor’s box.

Inside was another rhino horn—nearly identical.

His eyes widened for two seconds before his expression cooled, jaw tightening.

Yunice tensed.

Then Wyatt curled his lips. “So you asked Victor for one too. Guess mine was a bit redundant.”

Before Yunice could speak, Victor smoothly cut in. “Don’t sell yourself short, Mr. Wyatt. Since you knew she needed rhino horn, she must’ve told you about it personally. I only got here first.”

Wyatt glanced up and down Victor with a smirk. “You really know how to make an insult sound polite. So I’m late, and that means I don’t care enough? Is that it?”

The air between them grew sharp.

Yunice quickly stepped in. “Enough. Rhino horn isn’t easy to come by—I know that better than anyone. Thank you both for going through so much trouble for me.”

“If there’s ever anything you need from me, just ask.”

Wyatt scoffed. “What are you talking about? You’re my wife. Helping you doesn’t count as ‘trouble’.”

Clearly directed at Victor—a dig for trying to score points.

Victor didn’t react, only smiled and said, “Then I’ll remember that and ask you for help next time.”

Yunice nodded with a polite smile.

Victor added, “Now that I have the rhino horn, keeping it does me no good. I’ll leave it with you—for future needs.”

He looked at Wyatt calmly, then turned and walked away without a fuss.

Back in the car, Freya was sitting in the driver’s seat playing a mobile game. She didn’t even look at Victor as she asked, “What took you so long? Weren’t you afraid Wyatt would throw a jealous fit?”

Victor fastened his seatbelt. “It’s because I ran into Wyatt that it took so long.”

Freya looked over, interested. “Don’t tell me he brought Yunice a rhino horn too?”

“He did,” Victor said evenly.

Freya didn’t seem surprised. “Well, that’s not shocking. Rhino horn isn’t some cheap, common item. If Yunice needed it, of course she asked around. Wyatt getting one too makes sense.”

Victor nodded. “When she first came to me for help, I thought Wyatt was indifferent to her. But now, it seems I misjudged him.”

Freya raised an eyebrow. “That’s rich coming from you. Weren’t you the one who can’t stand his arrogant capitalist attitude?”

Victor let out a soft laugh. “Because I know exactly how hard it is to get rhino horn.”

“You forgot?” he added, his voice thoughtful. “The one I found this time was originally part of a matched set, same root, same origin. I thought it would be more stable medicinally, so I tried to get both.”

Freya’s eyes lit up. “Oh right. But wasn’t there another buyer who kept competing with us for the pair? Some mystery client. We almost lost both horns to them. We only got one in the end thanks to decades-old ties with the supplier.”

Victor’s tone was cool. “That mystery client… was Wyatt. His horn was the other from the same batch.”

Freya whistled. “No wonder it was so damn hard. We were butting heads with each other and didn’t even know it.”

Both chasing the same goal for Yunice. And it cost them weeks of effort—all because neither knew what the other was doing.

But in the end, it all worked out.

And for that, no one had anything left to say.