Chapter 675 The Arrow in Her Hand

When Yunice caught the excitement flashing in Wyatt’s eyes, she tilted her head and said coolly, “Shut up. I haven’t decided how to punish you yet.”

“Even if I told you to wait until I was in danger to step in, those Johnson mother and son only came because of you in the first place.”

Wyatt said without resistance, “...not wrong.”

Yunice’s smile vanished. Her expression turned cold – and when she wasn’t smiling, she was honestly quite terrifying.

She asked, “So what’s the connection between Nora and my brother’s case?”

Wyatt explained, “I haven’t said anything directly because it’s only my suspicion.”

“Tell me anyway,” Yunice demanded.

“…I think the video your brother destroyed at the end may have contained compromising or criminal footage of Nora. But he mistook the woman in it for you. Someone used that video to lure him to the hotel where Elsie was found. After Oscar was arrested, he was afraid telling the truth would expose that video and hurt your reputation, so his explanation never quite made sense.”

Yunice said, “If that’s true, then the person who texted my brother was Paul. If Paul got him to that hotel, that means he knew what was going to happen. Elsie’s death might not be so simple either.”

Wyatt had come to the same conclusion.

Yunice pressed further. “Since you already suspected all this, why did you let Nora go instead of arresting her and forcing answers out of her?”

“If she was willing to work for Paul, that means he has something on her. If she’s the one in the video, then she doesn’t have the original footage in her possession. Even if I grabbed her, it would be useless. And more importantly, I don’t want that video to spread. Even your own brother was fooled by it. If the footage ever leaks, it could ruin your name.”

It was just like that celebrity once ruined by a leaked scandal – the trap was the same.

If that was why he didn’t arrest Nora, then letting Paul go was probably for the same reason. If Paul was pushed too hard, he might go down swinging and burn everything.

Yunice frowned. “So you’re saying I can’t get my brother out unless I take care of Paul first?”

Wyatt corrected her, “We.”

He knew Yunice preferred handling things on her own, but he still wanted her to lean on him – at least a little.

He had known from the start that Madam Mary and Shane were coming to the school. That’s why he warned Yunice in advance not to come alone.

But Yunice wanted to give the old witch an emotional rollercoaster. She deliberately came by herself and even threatened Wyatt not to come in too early – otherwise, no touching her tonight.

He’d nearly kicked the door open when Shane tried to hit her.

But Yunice had said: Listen to your wife, or you don’t get one.

Yunice said now, “Not everything should be solved by leaning on a man. If they’re not afraid of me, they won’t respect me. So I’ll handle my own problems. I’m not going to live in a cage, no matter how safe it is.” She had once relied on others – and learned her lesson well.

She would borrow power, yes – but it had to be like wind in her sails. The arrow should always be in her own hand.

Wyatt didn’t see a problem with that. “That’s easy. Make me your subordinate. Just give me orders – get it done. Stop using those unreliable underlings of yours.”

Yunice’s cigarette bent slightly between her fingers as she narrowed her eyes. “So you’re the one who replaced my guy inside the Saunders family?”

“You figured it out?”

Yunice’s voice was sharp. “The writing style didn’t match my people. Your guy wasn’t very good.”

Wyatt raised a brow. “That’s because you’re too sharp. But you should also know – I’ve already sent your original guy back.”

Yunice’s tone turned serious. “Something happened to the Saunders family, didn’t it?”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have cut off her access to them.

Wyatt nodded. “A few days ago, Owen submitted a sample to the hospital for a transplant match. I was worried he might’ve used your sample. If the match succeeded, I was afraid you’d sacrifice your health to save him. So I detained your guy to keep you in the dark.”

Yunice’s face turned cold. “That was unnecessary. I wouldn’t damage my own body for someone like him.”

“I realize that now,” Wyatt said. “Owen didn’t use your sample. He used Lily and Oscar’s. Seems he already knew – even if the match succeeded with you, he’d never get what he wanted. So he didn’t even bother trying your name.”

Yunice’s expression darkened. “Did the match succeed?”

Wyatt nodded.

Yunice’s voice dropped. “Who was the match?”

He noticed the cigarette between her fingers bending slightly again. Then he answered, “Lily.”

The flicker in Yunice’s eyes shifted several times before she calmed.

“Owen did the rest behind Lily’s back, didn’t he? So it wasn’t Lily crying and begging to donate – he did it without her even knowing."