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As Yunice walked <b>over</b>, the lunatics scattered in shriekingughter, revealing Lauren’s lifeless <b>body </b>sprawled on the ground.
Half of Lauren’s face had been crushed, a sticky mess clinging to the cold floor. Her wide, unblinking eyes stared straight at <b>Yunice</b><b>, </b><b>filled </b>with unwillingness, <b>hatred</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>death<b>. </b>
Yunice’s breath hitched. Her eyes flew open. But instead of waking up, the scene before her made her doubt whether she <b>had </b>left the nightmare <b>at </b>all.
Because she saw Wyatt.
Wyatt was lying beside her, on the same bed. His head rested on her arm.
God <b>knows </b>how long he had been pressing down on it. Yunice could not feel her arm anymore; it was numb to the point of
nonexistence,
What made it worse was Wyatt was actually awake. Hey there on his side, eyes half–lidded,zily tracing every detail of her face<b>. </b>
His fingertips, warm and calloused, brushed over her cheek. His low voice followed, “Your scar looks like it’s fading.”
This wasn’t a dream!
Yunice snapped <b>back </b>to reality in an instant. She yanked her arm back.
<b>Wyatt </b>lifted <b>his </b><b>head </b>slightly, watching as she cradled her arm protectively in her chest, as if guarding it from being used as a pillow ever again.
This man, this big grown man, actually let someone hold him to sleep? Ridiculous
Yunice <b>and </b>Wyatt were hardly close. She darted her eyes around the room and found out that Gill was gone. Sunlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.
Morning hade.
Wyatt’s gaze was still on her, steady, unrelenting, making her scalp tingle.
Did this man not have a home of his own? Why was he always ending up in my bed?
Yunice <b>could </b><b>not </b>help but recall Gill’s teasing from the night before….
Men think with the lower half
<b>And </b>Wyatt <b>had </b>indeed expressed his interest in her more than once.
Now lying together like this, Yunice’s mind spiraled.
Wyatt’s legs
s are <b>not </b>well, but if one day the mood struck him, did <b>that </b>mean she would have to… <b>take </b>the initiative?
Yunice frowned deeply. She <b>would </b>rather die
As if sensing her thoughts, Wyatt reached for her arm <b>again</b>.
Yunice was instantly on high alert.
Already Now! Stop pulling I don’t want to sleep with any man! Should I just cripple himpletely? It was only a shot away anyway.
was calm. “Give me your arm. Fin going back to sleep”
Chapter 107 Knowledge is Power
What what was this? Forget it. Let him do whatever.
Yunicey there stiffly. Her arm was slender, so even under his neck, it did <b>not </b>feel particrly ufortable.
The ward was quiet. <b>No </b>one woulde to disturb them.
Yet just as the peace settled <b>in</b>. Wyatt’s low voice cut through the air. “What are you mumbling about?”
He wasn’t asleep?
Yunice replied. “Russian.”
She had been practicing her Russian pronunciation, rolling her tongue, <b>muttering </b>softly. He would probably feel the vibrations through her arm.
Wyatt closed his eyes <b>again</b>. That’s probably useless”
Yunice countered without <b>thinking</b>. “Knowledge is power.”
Wyatt snorted. “Are brains more useful than f
fists?
Let’s see you say that when someone’s insulting you in Russian and you don’t understand a word.
Yunice gave up on her practice.
Silence returned. Staring <b>up </b>at the ceiling, Yunice suddenly remembered that Wyatt had never gone to school.
From what she <b>knew</b>, Wyatt had left the Powell family’s little courtyard when he was around thirteen or fourteen.
Before that, he had not studied <b>a </b>single <b>day</b><b>. </b>
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She had heard the <b>maids </b>gossip when <b>she </b>was younger <b>that </b>Jackson <b>had </b>always intended to cripple Wyatt <b>from </b>the start. Otherwise, if this wild <b>child </b>grew up properly, he would eventually overturn the Powell family itself.
After fourteen, <b>Wyatt </b>shot up and grew all tall and lean. The tiny courtyard could not hold him anymore. He would climb the walls, get into fights, and cause trouble everywhere.
Every time, Jackson would have him dragged back, beaten bloody, and thrown into the ancestral hall.
Later, after Wyatt’s mother died, he disappeared for years. No one knew where he went. But <b>Yunice </b>was <b>certain </b>that it was not school.
He probably fought his way through life with his fists.
No wonder he <b>disdained </b>learning. Because he <b>had </b>never benefitted from it
But Yunice <b>was </b>not like him. Her fists were soft. Her <b>brain </b>was her only weapon.
Still turning knowledge into money was slow work. She had already asked Kingsley to help her find a Chinese medicine shop that was looking to sell. She should hear back in the next couple of days.
Wyatt slept for another two <b>hours </b>
When he woke, he straightened his wrinkled shirt <b>and </b>handed Yunice <b>a </b><b>bank </b><b>card</b>.
Inside was a 41,000 dors deposit for the Alphasirox pills..
“Keep the <b>card</b>. Any future payments <b>can </b>go here <b>too</b>?
business Clear–cut, monry for goods.