Chapter 142 Begging Won’t Fix It
“What Lily and Elsie eximed in unison, both staring at Owen in shock.
Lily’s <b>voice </b>trembled. “Which house are you selling?”
Owen replied, “Someone asked about the Saunders family mansion earlier. They offered 7 million dors. I didn’t deal.
Lily nearly lost her <b>footing</b>. “Then where are we supposed to live…”
“I’ve got a private property.” Owen <b>said</b>. “It’s more than enough for us to stay in”
Yunice knew about that private property. It was in a remote area–he’d bought it as a vacation home by the sea, not somewhere fit formuting or day–to–day life.
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The Saunders family mansion, on the other <b>hand</b>, sat on primend. Property values in that area had only gone up over the years; that beach house couldn’t evenpare.
Elsie had never expected that one fall would end with them losing their home.
She threw herself at Owen, crying. “Owen<b>, </b><b>this </b>is the foundation of the Saunders family–you can’t sell it!”
Then she crawled on her knees to Yunice, grabbing at the hem of her <b>pants </b>and begging, “Yunice, <b>Mr. </b>Quinton came to you for help: that means you must be able to get this done! This is your home <b>too</b>; <b>you </b>don’t want to see it sold, do <b>you</b><b>?</b>”
Yunice looked down at Elsie, who was groveling at her feet like she was begging for mercy.
That was just how Elsie was–she could grovel and bounce back in an instant. No wonder Owen thought she was so considerate
Lily’s eyes were red as she added, “When the dayes that you’re standing outside the door, staring at a house you know by heart but can’t step into, you’ll realize just how wrong today’s decision is!”
Yunice scoffed. “Is that so? Well. I’ve already felt that exact feeling, long <b>ago</b><b>.</b>”
Lily and Owen both turned to look at her, confused.
Yunice tilted her head slightly. Take a <b>good </b>look at the scar on my face. Remember it now?”
Lily’s expression shifted. Most of Yunice’s facial scar <b>had </b>faded, but a trace of it still remained.
“You all went on vacation back then, Yunice said, “Didn’t even bother to leave <b>me </b>a key. I called–none of you picked up, on purpose. I stood outside the Saunders mansion, looking at the door I’d lived behind for over ten years, <b>and </b><b>I </b>couldn’t go Now, it’s your turn to feel that.”
“You’re still holding onto that one little thing?” Owen shot up. furious, facing off against Yunice. “Does it <b>make </b><b>you </b>happy to see everyone left without a roof over their heads?”
Yunice met his re without flinching “Shouldn’t the <b>one </b>to me be Elsie–the one who stole my things and deliberately
broke them?”
Owen’s face twisted in rage. “If you hadn’t made such a fuss, we wouldn’t be in this mess. This is all on you–<b>you </b>brought it on yourself!
Yunice let out a <b>cold </bugh. “You think the cops care about <b>your </b>bluster<b>, </b>or about evidence?”
That Bierce front of his only ever worked on her, when it came to real consequences, Owen had no leg to stand on. He clearly understood that too. His face darkened, but he couldn’t deny it anymore–the <b>only </b><b>way </b>out now was to sell the house.
Chapter 142 Begging Won’t Fix It
Just as he was about to ce the call, a voice came from outside.
“Looks like I came at the right time–Ms. Saunders is home.”
Everyone turned toward the sound: Owen immediately canceled the call.
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Quinton stepped into the Saunders living room with quiet authority, his gazending on the shattered jade bracelet in the
Lily moved to block his view–but it was toote. Quinton’s presence didn’t ease the tension; if anything, it made things
beavier
Owen worried Quinton might hold them ountable, while Yunice feared something might go wrong with the situation.
Quinton froze for a beat, then quickly masked his expression. He turned to Yunice with a smile. “Ms. Saunders, you must be doing well–breaking a bracelet like that just for fun!”
Owen was about to speak up, but Yunice pointed straight at Elsie. “She <b>did </b>it.”
Owen tried to cut her off, but Yunice went on, twisting the knife. “She said, why should Mr. Quinton only give me gifts and not her? If she couldn’t have it, she’d smash it!”
Owen’s eyes went wide. He had never seen Yunice lie so shamelessly.
But she’d learned from the best–Elsie. Say whatever you want: there’s no evidence anyway. Who could prove Elsie hadn’t said that
Elsie jumped in panicked. I didn’t–I didn’t say that-”
Before she could argue further. Gill came in clutch–pulled up Elsie’s burner ount and held the phone out to Quinton
“Mr. Quinton, you’ve got a good eye, right? This social media post proves Elsie stole your bracelet!”
Elsie stomped her foot. I told you, that was my friend–not me!
Gill said. “Just because Owen’s blind doesn’t mean every man on earth is. Mr. Quinton. I can tell you’ve got great judgment