Chapter 101 Bing Even More Evil
Wyatt wrapped an ice pack in a towel and handed it to Yunice.
Yunice took it in silence, then pressed it to her face where the p had left a mark.
Because of this p, Wyatt was ready to chop off Owen’s hand.
Yunice’s gaze shifted slightly, and she stole a nce at Wyatt.
Maybe being with him was not so bad, after all; he really did protect her.
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Wyatt sat sideways, casually watching Yunice. Perhaps because he was used to not caring about others‘ opinions, even if he stared intently at someone, Wyatt would never think it was offensive. He looked at her openly, while Yunice did not know where to direct her gaze.
Noticing her difort, Wyatt spoke up. “You <b>fought </b>back well earlier, but it didn’t help. <b>An </b>evil person never thinks they’re
They don’t reflect on themselves; they just believe it’s your fault, that you’re not obedient enough.”
wrong.
Yunice understood and replied with a heavy tone, “So I need to stand higher <b>than </b>him. I need to be even more evil.”
Rather than foolishly hoping for an evil person to repent, it was better to grow stronger and make the evil person look up to me.
Gill proudly <b>said</b>. “Ms. Saunders is very smart. If it weren’t for….
<b>Gill </b>realized she had spoken too much <b>and </b>stopped abruptly
But Wyatt knew exactly what she meant.
<b>Yunice </b>was being held back byck of identity. If she had it, she would have already fled and developed her own career. But now, without an identity, it was like taking an exam without writing her name. No matter how hard she tried, it would all be
in vain.
Wyatt <b>had </b>thought about this too. Creating a fake identity is not difficult, but <b>a </b>fake one can never be real.”
Yunice understood. She did not want someone else’s identity; she just wanted her own identity. One day, she would make Elsie <b>give </b>her back her identity.
At that moment, Jordan knocked <b>on </b>the door outside, <b>his </b>face <b>grim</b><b>. </b>“Wyatt, Mr. Jackson called again.”
Yunice tensed. “Is it about me?”
Jordan hesitated, then said nothing but did not deny it.
Yunice recalled how Wyatt had been isted and helpless thest time he was beaten. Instinctively, she <b>said</b>, “Should I got with you?”
Wyatt stopped her,ughing at her reaction. “Stay <b>and </b>rest. <b>Don’t </b>go running around”
Gill also persuaded her, “Ms. Saunders, you won’t be of any help. Mr. Cooper will be fine. Nothing is going to happen to him.”
If there were trouble, it would have shown up long ago, and he would not still be alive and well.
Gill’s words, though meant as reassurance, made Yunice feel uneasy. Why did it <b>sound </b>like she <b>and </b>Wyatt <b>had </b>some kind of ambiguous connection
Wyatt stood up and walked out. Jordan nodded to her and left as well.
Gill chuckled “Mr. Cooperes and goes like this, it’s like he’s always looking for an excuse to sneak in here”
Chapter 101 Bing Even More Evil
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“No.” Yunice answered without a second thought. Her marriage to Wyatt <b>was </b>just a formality; they might part ways any day
Her father had prepared just a few bottles of wedding wine for her, and she wanted to save them for the day she truly wanted
to marry
<b>“</b><b>Gill</b>, take me somewhere. Yunice said, getting up from the bed and beginning her ns.
Gill hesitated. “Ms. Saunders, your health…”
“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” After all, when she was in the asylum, every day had been filled with injuries. She could endure this hule pain
Gill drove Yunice out with her secondhand car. She was surprised when Yunice led her to <b>the </b>asylum.
Yunice got out and said, “Gill, wait for me here. I’ll be <b>back </b>soon.
Gill hesitated, thinking this was thest <b>ce </b>Yunice should want to return to.
If by would the trillinglye back here? Had she forgotten something?
Yunice quickly disappeared behind the walls of the asylum. Not long after, she snuck into a storage room.
Closing the door behind her, she turned to see a dusty, rickety table where a man was sitting.
“Kingsley Yunice walked over, acting <b>as </b>if she knew the old, scruffy man well.
The man, called Kingsley, held an ID card between <b>two </b><b>fingers </b>and handed it to Yunice. “Here’s the ID you wanted.”
Yurice took it. <b>The </b>name, age<b>, </b>and photo on the ID were all hers, but <b>the </b>address was in some rural <b>mountainous </b>area she had never heard of
Kingsley gave her a knowing look. <b>Yunice </b>understood, and from her pocket, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed.
them to him.
Kingsley nced at the brand and grinned. “Wow, <b>this </b>is expensive.”
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