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Wyatt had Yunice now. He didn’t care about Nora anymore. If anything, he was probably hoping Nora would never wake up.
Morgan grew even more certain of Wyatt’s true intentions when Maine didn’t refute it.
Maine had always been close to his sister. Among everyone, she was the only one who kept standing up for her. If there was even the slightest chance his sister would wake up, Maine would have told Wyatt first.
But judging by the look on her face, it was obvious she’d <b>already </b>tried–and hit a wall.
Once she was done packing, Maine shung the bag over her shoulder and said to Morgan, “Let’s go.”
Morgan followed her out. Maine headed straight for the hallway surveince system and wiped the footage, erasing any trace of what Morgan had done.
Meanwhile, Paul had received an anonymous message: Elsie had been assaulted and was now dumped in a hotel, waiting to be rescued.
He sat in front of the mirror, eyes fixed darkly on the deep scar carved into his <b>face</b>.
He hadn’t stepped outside in a long time.
He’d already seen through <b>that </b>bitch Elsie and had no patience left to y games with her. But now.
<b>Paul’s </b>expression twisted <b>as </b><b>his </b>fingers brushed the scar on his cheek.
He had to save himself somehow…
And right now, Elsie had just handed herself to him on <b>a </b>silver tter.
At Pavillion Hall, Yunice sat at a table, stacking credit cards into a tower.
A row of housemaids stood behind her, each with a different expression as they watched her idly building a card house out of boredom.
Eightyers tall now, forming an octagonal <b>tower</b>, and she still had a whole pile of unused cards left.
The housemaids, marveling silently at the kind of life only the rich could afford, finally stepped forward to remind her, “Mrs. Cooper, sir called earlier. He said he’s taking you to a charity g tonight. Your dress and stylist <b>have </b>been arranged. When would you like to try them on?”
Yunice tilted her head. “A charity g?”
“Yes,” the maid replied. “It starts at nine tonight. There’s still time.”
Yunice blinked and twirled a card between her fingers Charity gs were a rich man’s y,
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Especially for the women–it was the easiest way to form connections in that circle.
Young women used these events to show their faces, scout wealthy families, and lock in potential prospects.
Married women used them to integrate into elite social circles, helping their husbands gain influence in more subtle ways.
In that world, men only brought their <b>legal </b>wives. Bringing mistresses of illegitimate children would get them socially exiled.
Wyatt suddenly taking her to an event like this? It smelled a lot like he was finally going to present her to high society as the legitimate Mrs, Cooper,
But why <b>now</b>?
They’d been married for over a year. He had never once taken her to a <b>public </b>event–not even people close to him knew she existed.
The public only knew that he’d married a woman unfit for the spotlight–so unworthy he couldn’t be bothered to take her anywhere.
Yunice had neverined about it. In fact, she liked it that <b>way</b>.
She wasn’t ready to be dragged into the messy world of business and social <b>alliances</b>,
But now Wyatt suddenly wanted to pull her <b>in</b>?
“Mrs. <b>Cooper</b>?” the maid called anxiously, checking <b>the </b>time. It was still early, but if Yunice didn’t cooperate, they’d have to find a way to make her.
Yunice gently ced the card in her hand down. Her finger brushed the base, and the eightyer octagonal tower copsed into a scattered pile.
She stood up <b>and </b>said, “Let the stylist in.”
Then she headed for the walk–in closet, two maids trailing behind Her, ready to take orders.
As Yunice reached the closet, her gaze drifted toward a door on the fifth floor–a room that had never once been opened.
<b>Drawn </b>by something she couldn’t exin. Yunice walked toward it and tried to open it.
A maid behind her suddenly warned nervously, “Mrs. Cooper… Sir gave strict instructions. No one’s allowed near that room”
Yunice nced sideways. “Even <b>me</b>?”
The maid froze. “He <b>didn’t </b>say <b>that </b>specifically.”
Yunice turned the doorknob, but it was locked. She didn’t press the matter. Just gave it a try, then let it go.
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Her gaze lingered on the door she’d never been allowed to enter. And then she remembered something
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Wyatt had once told her.
He said that <b>every </b>piece of clothing on her was made by his own hands.
Back then, she’d been too focused on Nora to really care about thatment.
But now, standing in front of the room next to her closet, she remembered her clothes–none of them had logos. Could they all really <b>have </b>been made by Wyatt?
What kind of obsession was <b>that</b>?
Was it because he’d grown up poor, with barely enough to wear or eat, and developed some kind of intense need to <b>make </b>everything himself?
Yunice turned and walked into the closet.
Just as she was picking a gown, the stylist arrived.
“Mrs. Cooper, I didn’t expect you to have such great taste. This dress is absolutely perfect for you!” the stylist gushed in a high–pitched voice, clearly surprised by her fashion sense.
Yunice caught the subtext immediately. Outsiders all thought she was uncultured and unpresentable. <b>But </b>growing up, she’d had her father’s love, Margaret’s care, and a seat at the Powell family table. She’d absorbed the habits of high society since childhood.
It <b>was </b>only after Elsie entered the Saunders family that she lost everything–lost the right to choose, to dress, to even live like a person.
When you’re just trying to survive, who <b>has </b>the luxury to care about fashion?