Chapter 205 Who’s Really Pulling the Strings


    “Mr. Carl.” <b>Yunice </b>stood politely behind him..


    Carl had one hand tucked in the pocket of his cks, the other holding a champagne ss. Surrounded by business elites, he was the picture of charm and eloquence.


    As he turned around, the others naturally followed his gaze–and saw Yunice.


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    She wore a simple princess–cut gown; her delicate face was porcin pale, sweet and demure.


    She looked like a well–behaved girl, but the slender, pale curve of her neck sparked a flicker of something more suggestive in the minds of more than one man.


    In a crowd full of high–society fashion, her appearance stood out as uniquely understated.


    “Mr. Carl.” <b>Yunice </b>said, “I have the answer to the question you askedst time. Can we talk for a moment?”


    Then she added, “I won’t take up much of your time.”


    Carl’s expression stiffened slightly. Why is Yunice being <i>so </i><i>formal </i>with me now?


    It was rude of her to bring up business at a social event like this, but still, Carl set down his ss and gestured to a quieter corner. “This way.”


    The crowd respectfully stopped following-


    At that same moment, Owen and Paul had also been on their way to find Carl.


    Owen hadn’t originally nned to attend the Powell family’s banquet; he still hadn’t patched things up with Jackson, and swallowing his pride wasn’t easy


    But when Paul mentioned that the Powell family was negotiating a business deal with Carl, Owen perked up


    After all, Carl was his godfather.


    Back in the day, Carl and his father had been sworn <b>brothers</b>. If Owen could represent the Powell family in the deal. Carl would definitely do hum the <b>favor </b>


    And if that happened, Owen would be hailed as the hero–and with Carl as his powerful backer, the Powell family would surely reconsister breaking off Elsie and Paul’s engagement.


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    “Do you know why I’ve let you live this long?


    Paul froze, unease flickering in his eyes.


    Wyatt’s grin turned dark. “Because you’re like a mutt who won’t stop barking but never dares to bite. Killing you would be a waste of my time.”


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