Chapter 155 Birds of a Feather
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She picked up her phone and nced at the screen–sure enough, it was <b>Elsie</b>. The message read: “Taylor, Paul’s always had a fiancee; he can’t marry two women at once, right?”
Taylor’s brows furrowed. “Paul <b>has </b>a fiancee?”
Linda flinched at her reaction. Damn it, why’d she have to blurt that out?
<b>Paul </b>and Elsie were still dating; with someone like Taylor, this kind of thing would never sit well.
Linda scrambled to cover it <b>up</b>. “<b>That’s </b>all in the past. Paul already broke off the engagement with Ms. Saunders a long <b>time </b>ago.”
Taylor shot to her feet. “Ms. Saunders? You mean <b>the </b>one who just left?”
Linda gave a stiff smile, awkwardly replying, “Yeah… her.”
Taylor let out a cold <bugh</b>. “The Powell family really knows how to keep things lively–breaking off an engagement with the nephew, only for the woman to marry the uncle!”
What bothered Taylor wasn’t that the woman had been engaged twice; it wasn’t even Paul’s romantic history. It was that the Powell family had deliberately kept it from her.
She’d spent all this time around Paul and hadn’t known a thing about his past engagement. Clearly, the family had gone out of their way to keep her in the dark.
If they’re this calcting before the marriage, what happens afterward! Will I be manipted at every turn?
Her opinion of the Powell family dropped even lower. Linda, of course<b>, </b>could read her like a book. She spoke gently, “Ms. Taylor, we’re all from powerful families. We’re not fragile little girls who cry over <b>love </b>and heartbreak. Who hasn’t had a few people pass through their lives? You’re someone who’s destined for bigger things”
That struck a nerve with Taylor.
She was <b>the </b>only child of the Kendall family. Her father doted on her, yes–but deep down, he believed a man should inherit
the business.
Taylor wanted to prove herself, but there was never any real opportunity.
Now that her father was aging and growing weaker, he had no choice but to seek out a power alliance–one that could support the family, and her.
It wasn’t just a lifeline for the Kendall <b>family</b>; it was her lifeline too.
Taylor <b>sat </b>back down, still frowning. “Even if the engagement <b>was </b>off, I should’ve been told. It’s not like I’m the jealous type.”
Linda smirked ever so slightly. She knew Taylor had been caught; if she couldpromise today, she’d keeppromising
in the future.
Meanwhile, <b>Yunice </b>was taking Moss back to the pet room to lock him up.
Moss had a bad habit–he liked <b>plucking </b>feathers. Any kind of feathers.
“<b>Don’t </b>mess with Ms. Taylor again next time, or you’re the one getting your feathers plucked and tossed <b>in </b><b>a </b>stew pot!” Yunice scolded, tapping Moss on the head.
<b>Moss </b>whimpered miserably, eyes squeezed <b>shut</b>.
Wyatt looked on with amusement. Hrious. Those slender arms of hers were holding up a hefty bird like it was nothing.
Chapter 155 Birds of a Feather
But Moss red his feathers and went straight for Wyatt’s finger with his beak.
<b>Startled</b>, Yunice snapped, “Moss!”
“Cawk!” Moss‘ head jerked sideways as Wyatt smacked him with a t palm.
The squawk was so sudden, it made Yunice jump.
Two secondster, Moss seemed to realize he’d just been hit. He buried his head in the crook of Yunice’s arm <b>and </b>whimpered, “Whimper whimper… whimper whimper!”
He’d <b>never </b>cried this miserably before.
Yunice instinctively shielded him. ring at Wyatt, she said angrily, “Why’d you hit him<b>?</b>”
“He bit me–didn’t you see?”
“He bit you because you flicked him first!”
“I was smacking Paul’s bird. Why are you so upset?”
“How old are you? How old is he? You proud of bullying something that small?”
“You think I’m bullying Paul now?” Wyatt’s eyes narrowed.
Yunice looked genuinely confused. “What’s this got to do with Paul<b>? </b><b>I </b>was talking about <b>Moss</b>!”
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She didn’t want to keep arguing. Turning her back to him, sheforted Moss, then gently locked him up in the pet <b>room</b>. “y by yourself for now, I’lle visit when I have time.”
Moss spread his wings, clinging to the pet room’s floor–to–ceiling ss, crying out in that pitiful little voice–like he wanted break through the barrier, just to be held by Yunice again
But Moss belonged to <b>Paul</b>; he had nothing to do with her. Parting was inevitable.
If not for this unexpected encounter, Yunice wouldn’t havee to see Moss at all.
Because once you look<b>… </b>you’re afraid he’ll remember you forever and <b>never </b><b>let </b><b>go</b><b>. </b>
She turned her back on Moss‘ silent plea and started walking–only to suddenly spot Paul.
No one knew when he’d <b>shown </b>up. He stood quietly in a shadowed corner, his expression unreadable.
His brows were drawn together; his gaze shifted from Yunice to Wyatt, eyes burning <b>with </b>hostility.
Once he realized they’d seen him, Paul shoved his hands into his pockets <b>and </b><b>walked </b>forward<b>, </b>his tone confrontational. “Who told you two toe into my yard?”
At the Powell <b>mansion</b><b>, </b>Paul <b>carried </b><b>a </b>natural sense of entitlement. He could say <b>this </b>was his home<b>, </b>no questions asked.
Wyatt couldn’t.
Not a single courtyard in the mansion truly belonged to him.