Finished


    The car was already waiting downstairs. Wyatt, remembering Yunice hadn’t finished her sentence earlier, asked, “What were you trying to say just <b>now</b>?”


    Yunice nced at the people passing by around them and shook her head. “It’s nothing


    Wyatt didn’t press her again. He took her to a private club; the suite was full of people, and it was Bale who opened the door.


    Yunice had met him once before–she knew who he <b>was</b>, but they weren’t close.


    Still, the first thing he did was greet her with <b>a </b>casual, “Sister–inw,” before even acknowledging Wyatt.


    The word caught Yunice off guard; her cheeks flushed. She wasn’t used to it.


    Once they stepped into the room, Bale moved a chair for her<b>, </b>and Jordan set out utensils at her ce.


    Only one woman standing nearby seemed to be eyeing Yunice closely.


    Yunice sensed the hostility almost instinctively.


    But when she looked up, the woman quickly reced the look with a pleasant smile. She was introduced as Amyra–Bale’s girlfriend.


    As the drinks and conversation flowed, everyone stayed respectful toward Yunice. No one tried to make things hard for her.


    At one point during the dinner, Yunice excused herself to use the restroom. Amyra stood up immediately. “Ms. Saunders, I’ll go with you.”


    Bale stepped aside without hesitation. Wyatt didn’t say anything.


    As soon as the two women left, Bale brought Morgan into the room.


    Morgan’s shirt cor was torn, and he and Bale were still pushing at each other by the time they reached Wyatt. Morgan finally stopped, standing there with that bratty, insolent look on his <b>face</b>, just begging to be pped.


    Wyatt leaned forward and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.


    A faint hiss broke the silence of the room.


    Morgan’s mouth twitched slightly, but he fought to keep his.


    Wyatt said, “Apologize to Yunice.”


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    ogize


    Fitisted


    Wyatt said again. “Don’t make me say it twice.”


    Morgan realized he meant it.


    Because usually, no matter how out of line he acted. Wam marned a blind eye—even danced in his face.


    But now, he was drawing a hard line… for a woman


    Morgan couldn’t ept that. No way at all


    Morran


    He kicked over a fogumool and shouted, “When was thest time you even went back to Gandom Residence?


    Jordan and Bale immediately moved to hold him back, but Morgan thrashed like a madman and broke free screaming “That woman is disgusting! She’s been used -how the heck is she willi worth anything


    Bang


    Morgan went flying Jordan and Bale hadn’t been able to stop it


    Their faces went pale. Others might not have realized it, but they did–Wyan almost never used that kind of force on Morgan.


    He hadn’t even gotten back up


    Wyan sat back down, annoyed and pulled another cigareme from the park. “Call him


    ambnce


    Morgan, as arrogant as he usually was, didn’t even try to act tough this time. It was clear he was actually hurt.


    Still, as they helped him out, he clenched his jaw and muttered “She just took a hit for your on Rainier Arc Street and now she’s suddenl


    His fists trembled. He red at Wyan, who sat in the shadows, the fan glow of this fingers, the only color in the dim light, and finally walked away, bimer and deemed


    in


    Wyatt barely touched the new cigarette before crushing it out again in the ashtray


    Jordan exchanged a look with Bale, giving him the signal to go get


    The room had turned heavy with silence. Bale jogged toward the restroom


    In the bathroom. Yunice and Amyra were washing their har


    Yunice took the initiative. “Ms. Amyra It’s been a while.”


    Amyra wiped her hands dry, then tilted her head. “You’ve changed a loc. Ms. Saunders…”


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    Yunice said nothing. In Silverburgh’s social circles, Elsie had long since reced her as the Saunders family representative. As far as society was concerned, Yunice didn’t even exist.


    Amyra, like Bale and Jordan, had known her in the past.


    And if they’d known her before, they definitely recognized her now<b>. </b>


    Finished


    Yunice said, “Ms. Amyra, I can tell people seem to have a problem with me. Since we used to be on decent terms, could you give me a heads–<b>up</b><b>?</b>”


    When Yunice <b>said </b>“decent terms,” Amyra’sshes visibly fluttered.


    She didn’t look at Yunice. Instead, she squirted some hand cream onto her palm. “You’re not Ms. Saunders anymore, and you’re not Paul’s fiancee either. You’re a nobody now. Who has the time. to go out of their way to make things difficult for <b>you</b>?”


    Yunice heard the implication beneath her words. “So it’s still because of Wyatt, isn’t it?”


    Amyra frowned, hesitated, then nced around the restroom to make sure no one was listening<b>. </b>Finally, she lowered her voice. “You really shouldn’t marry Wyatt. If you do, you’ll regret it eventually.”


    “That’s all I can say.” With that, Amyra grabbed her purse, brushed past Yunice, and walked out.


    Yunice tossed the used paper towel into the trash and followed behind her.


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