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When Yunice came out, she casually took Wyatt’s cigarette; of course, it was the kind not found on the market. An exclusive, high<b>–</b>quality brand.
Kingsley lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, exhaling calmly. “With the vige chief’s seal, this ID is as good <b>as </b>real. You can use it anywhere.”
Holding the ID, Yunice felt a sense of relief wash over her.
Though the number on the ID was a string ofpletely unfamiliar digits, <b>this </b>ID granted her a brand–new identity. It could not rece her original one, but it was enough to allow her to do <b>what </b>she wanted.
She raised her eyes to look at the scruffy man in front of her, smoke swirling around him. “Kingsley, <b>do </b>you want to get out of
here?”
Kingsley shot her a <b>nce</b>. “I got you this ID. Do you think I can’t get out?*
Yunice understood. It was not that he could not leave. It was that he should not leave. His hands were stained with blood, and there were many people outside who wanted his life.
Kingsley <b>smirked</b>. “If you <b>had </b>a bit more filial piety, you’de by more often and bring me a couple more packs of these fine cigarettes.”
Yunice nodded, and just as she <b>was </b>about to leave, she turned back and reminded him, “You should smoke less<b>.</b>”
Kingsley <b>took </b>another puff, savoring it. “You’ve talked too much.”
Yunice left the asylum.
Gill was waiting in the car, but <b>when </b>she saw that Yunice <b>had </b>nothing in hand, she did not ask any questions.
On the way back, Yunice <b>stared </b>out the window, lost in thought. Gill, driving, could not help but gossip<b>. </b>“Ms. Saunders, what are you <b>thinking </b>about?”
Yunice rested her chin on her arm, replying <b>casually</b>, “I was wondering if Mr. Jackson will <b>make </b>things difficult for Wyatt.”
In fact, Yunice was thinking about her own future arrangements. But she did not want to tell anyone about her new ID, nor did she want to expose Kingsley’s existence.
Though Gill treated her well, after everything Yunice had been through, it was hard for her to trust anyone easily. She did not want to drag innocent people into her mess.
So, there were <b>some </b>things she did not n to share with Gill.
But Gill did not catch the <b>hint </b>that Yunice was brushing her off. Instead<b>, </b>she swerved the wheel and said, “<b>Since </b>you <b>care </b><b>so </b>much about Mr. Cooper, why don’t we go to the Powell <b>mansion </b>and find out?”
“Huh<b>?</b>” Yunice was surprised, but before <b>she </b>could react<b>, </b>Gill had already turned the car in the direction of the Powell mansion.
What could she possibly do at the Powell mansion?
If Wyatt went there to be scolded, then if <b>she </b>went, it <b>would </b>just be <b>the </b>two of them getting scolded together.
But Gill probably just wanted her to see the situation from outside the door.
Before they reached the Powell mansion, <b>Gill </b>suddenly stretched her <b>neck</b>, peering ahead as if <b>she </b><b>saw </b>something.
“Ms Saunders, my eyes are a bit blurry, but doesn’t <b>that </b>person <b>look </b>like Mr. Cooper?”
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No wonder Gill noticed him right away. His presence was too eye–catching.
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There were two rows of bodyguards surrounding the area, <b>facing </b>outward as if they were guarding against something.
<b>Gill </b>slowed the car and parked by the side of the road. Yunice lowered the window, peeking out with just her eyes visible.
The door of the house opened, and several people emerged, pushing a hospital bed <b>outside</b>. Yunice even noticed a respirator by the bed.
Though the person on the bed <b>was </b>covered so thoroughly that their face could not be seen, from <b>the </b>shape of the body, it appeared to be either <b>a </b>woman or a small–framed man.
Gill squinted, leaning forward. But her vision was not clear, and she could <b>not </b>see things sharply. “Ms. Saunders, who’s <b>that </b>on the bed?”
<b>Yunice </b>shook her head. She did not know enough about Wyatt to make a guess.
As the bed was rolled out, Wyatt quickly stepped forward. The bed stopped in front of him for a moment, but it was too far Ifor Yunice to see clearly what he was doing or saying
Soon, he stepped aside, allowing them to lift the bed into the car. Then, Wyatt got into the car, and the bodyguards piled into. other vehicles.
Five cars led the <b>way</b>, and five cars followed behind, forming a convoy.
“Hidden so carefully, could he be hiding a woman?” Gill, the impulsive kind of person, immediately shifted gears and followed the convoy.
Since Yunice was about to marry Wyatt, even if it was just a business arrangement, she could not staypletely in the dark.
The convoy quickly merged into traffic, and Gill’s second–hand car was soon left behind. At this moment, Gill said, “Ms. Saunders, I have binocrs in the storage box.
Yunice took the binocrs and looked ahead. She <b>saw </b>the convoy had changed. Several identical SUVs appeared out of nowhere, blocking the road, and then they each turned in different directions, heading off in separate <b>ways</b>.
Yunice knew Wyatt was trying to confuse anyone tailing him. The people following them had <b>probably </b>lost track already.
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