Chapter 325 What Goes Around


    <i>Why </i><i>was </i><i>no </i><i>one </i><i>around? </i>


    <i>Why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>the </i><i>scruffy </i><i>man </i><i>call </i><i>the </i><i>police</i><i>? </i>


    It hit Elsie like a lightning bolt.


    She’d been set up.


    Finished


    She jumped into her car and raced to the police station, trembling all the way–desperate to report what had just happened.


    But just as she left, a figure stepped out from the shadows at the end of the alley.


    It was Yunice.


    A sleek motorcycle sat behind her, the scruffy man perched on it, cigarette dangling between his lips.


    He handed over the signed Powell Corporation share transfer agreement, and Yunice epted it with a cold smile.


    All her nning since that dinner with her old ssmates had finallye full circle.


    She had the document in her hands. Her document.


    The scruffy man puffed smoke and muttered, “It was yours to begin with. Now you had to buy it back. That’s some irony.”


    It was true. The shares were Yunice’s. But as long as Elsie was living under her identity, Yunice couldn’t touch them. Not legally.


    <i>Money</i>? She didn’t care about money. Not anymore.


    Now that she had reimed her 10% stake in Saunders Hospital, it was only the beginning.


    One day, she’d take back the old Saunders home. The entire hospital.


    By then, she’d have severed ties with the Saunders familypletely. Not even her father’s will would hold her back.


    The scruffy man raised an eyebrow. “You spent a lot to pull off that trap. And that cash–back date with Paul ising up too.”


    But Yunice wasn’t worried.


    <i>No </i><i>money</i><i>? </i><i>No </i><i>problem</i><i>. </i>


    She had time–and she could afford to y the long game.


    “I’m assigning someone to hold my Powell Corporation shares for now,” she said coolly. “I don’t want any more drama for a while.”


    “Oh?” the man was genuinely curious.


    Yunice tucked the agreement into her bag. “I’ve got the SATSing up.”


    The man gave a half–amused grunt. <i>Of </i><i>all </i>things, why pick the slowest <i>route</i><i>? </i>


    But Yunice was young. Whatever path she picked, she had the time to walk it.


    And as for Elsie reporting her?


    Let her try.


    Yunice knew thew better than anyone. There was no <i>case</i><i>. </i>


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    Finished


    As for the share transfer? That was a civil matter–a contractual dispute, not fraud. If she had a problem, she could try filing awsuit.


    Elsie dropped to her knees right there on the floor of the precinct.


    She couldn’t sue. Not yet.


    She definitely couldn’t let Owen find out she’d sold Yunice’s shares.


    He had made it very clear, she was only borrowing Yunice’s identity. She was never supposed to touch any assets under that


    name.


    If he knew she’d sold the shares, the whole “good girl” act would fall apart.


    “I just have to stall. One day at a time… I’ll turn things around. I will…” she muttered to herself.


    Dragging her battered pride with her, Elsie went back to work at the hospital.


    Ever since Paul’s marriage, the hospital leadership had been treating her like she didn’t exist. No more special privileges. No more attention.


    She’d bepletely unwee.


    Technically, interns didn’t get paid. But Elsie refused to quit–because this ce was her only connection to the upper ss.


    And sometimes, luck still knocked.


    She rounded a corner, a pile of medical files in her arms—and locked eyes with a red–haired punk lounging in a wheelchair.


    <i>Morgan</i><i>. </i>


    Ever since his car ident, he’d been cooped up in the hospital, bored out of his mind.


    Seeing the way Elsie stared at him without blinking, he perked up.


    Looks like the fun’s <i>back</i>.


    Meanwhile, Yunice wasser–focused on her SAT prep—not that she really needed to be. She was confident in her performance.


    Most of her time was spent on administrative tasks, processing documents, selecting schools.


    She wasn’t nning to attend sses full–time<b>, </b>so she was also applying for exam–only options–hoping to earn her degree by taking tests alone.


    Time flew<b>. </b>


    The days grew hotter.


    And the Saunders family continued to unravel.


    Owen stumbled home from another long day, his energy all but drained. Saunders Hospital hadn’t paid sries in two months. Staff were protesting. The hospital was hemorrhaging money.


    At thetest board meeting, yet again, someone had proposed bankruptcy.


    As soon as Lily <b>saw </b>him, she jumped up like a drowning person spottingnd. “Owen! The hospital’s dividends should’ve arrived by now, right?”


    She was still waiting on this month’s allowance.