Chapter <b>522 </b>Bear Cub Trouble
Chapter 522 Bear Cub Trouble
Out of caution, Yunice checked Oscar’s phone location.
Not at theb?
She zoomed in on the red dot, trying to pinpoint the exact spot–only to let out a sudden <b>yelp</b>.
Freya rushed over at the sound, immediately on alert, and grabbed a kid’s wrist with a sharp scolding. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
The little boy kicked out defiantly. “I’m gonna beat the homewrecker! Let go! Homewrecker must die<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Yunice hurriedly patted her head–this little brat had thrown a raw egg at her.
Her forehead was red from the hit, and
egg yolk and
white were now clinging to her hair in a slimy
mess.
Freya was livid. She’d been on guard against adults–who would’ve thought a little menace would spring out of nowhere?
The kid was agile, and when he realized he couldn’t break free from Freya’s grip, he whipped a water gun out from behind his waist and sprayed her straight in the face. “Makeup remover attack! Watch the ugly witch turn into a ghost!”
It waspletely unexpected. Freya got hit right in the eyes and instinctively let go.
She nearly slipped on the egg on the ground, her heels skidding.
The little boy spun the water gun and aimed at Yunice next.
Then he froze.
He looked up into the looming shadow above him.
At some point, Yunice had stepped right in front of him. The kid flinched, then puffed up again and shouted, “I’m Silver Hills royalty! Youy one finger on me and you’re finished! I mean it–stand still or else…!”
Before he could finish, he was screeching and iling, pping at his face in panic.
Yunice had snatched the water gun from him and sprayed him full in the face.
The gun was small, and the makeup remover inside quickly ran out. Yunice nced at the nearby fountain.
She reached out–no electric current.
She turned back to the boy, grabbed his cor, and to dunk him into the water.
But the moment she lifted–she stopped.
He was too heavy.
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The little menace had a weight advantage and, sensing it, twisted around and tried to bite her wast
Yunice instinctively prepared to let go, but the kid’s sharp teeth never made it to her skin. Instead, they snapped uselessly at air..
She looked over her shoulder–to see Wyatt.
One hand in his pocket, he’d effortlessly hoisted the chubby boy high over his head with the other. <b>His </b>expression was one of deep disgust andzy annoyance.
Then, without so much as a second thought, he flung the kid into the water<i>. </i>
Sploosh.
ack up
The boy sank, only to pop with the wildly.
ter’s pressure. He floated and iled, his hands thrashing
Yunice handed Freya a bottle of water and some wipes to clean her face, all the while eyeing the approaching sound of hurried footsteps.
She asked nervously, “Should we pull him out and say he fell in? You know–y the good Samaritan card…?”
Wyatt ignored the struggling child. Instead, he raised his hand and started wiping the egg out of Yunice’s hair.
What kind of psycho kid used raw egg for an ambush?
Yunice could read his mind. “At least it wasn’t acid or paint.”
Wyatt’s brow darkened. If it had been something worse, that child wouldn’t be floating right now–<i>he’d </i>be in pieces on the ground.
Freya’s eyes were red from the makeup remover. Her perfectly styled makeup had melted. Furious, she snapped, “Wyatt! Why the hell would you bring Yunice to a ce like this? You know how many people hate your guts! She’s just coteral damage–<i>I’m </i>coteral damage!”
Yunice gave Freya an apologetic look and handed her more tissues.
While Yunice helped Freya clean her face, Wyatt continued working through the mess in Yunice’s hair.
All three of them were upied in their own chaos when the footsteps arrived.
“Chad?! Chad?! Where are you, baby? Say something!”
From the fountain: <i>blub </i><i>blub </i><i>blub</i><i>… </i>
As the silhouettes rushed over, Wyatt shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Yunice’s shoulders. Freya cursed silently–now <i>she </i><i>looked </i>way <i>worse</i><i>! </i>
But with Wyatt here, Yunice, wouldn’t suffer. Freya made a split–second decision and bolted in <b>the </b><b>opposite </b>direction, covering her face <b>as </b>she ran.
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Secondster, the boy’s family arrived. Someone spented the chadarykid og fox was w screamed. They leapt into the <i>water </i>and dragged the waterlogged child or by his armigers
He copsed on the ground, bawling
Each sob squeezed a spout of water out of his mouth like a boned from
Three adults surrounded him, wailing and screaming in a chaotic mess
Yunice nervously shifted behind Wyatt.
<i>God </i>knows, <i>I </i>didn’t do anything…
After some chest presses and finger–in–throat tactics, the kid coughed out a few more mouthfuls of weer and let out a sharp wail.
The adults breathed a collective sigh of relief, nearly copsing from relief
Then, ten secondster, one of the women snapped out of it. She turned and shouted the only two people nearby, “Who pushed my son into the water?!”
Her eyesnded on Wyatt–then quickly shifted past him toward Yunice, likely sensing he was too intimidating to provoke directly.
“You! Sneaking around back there<i>. </i>Was it you? Did you push my son?!“
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Secondster, the boy’s family arrived. Someone spotted the chubby kid guzzling fountain water <b>and </b>screamed. They leapt into the water and dragged the waterlogged child out by his armpits.
He copsed on the ground, bawling.
Each sob squeezed a spout of water out of his mouth like a bloated frog.
Three adults surrounded him, wailing and screaming in a chaotic mess.
Yunice nervously shifted behind Wyatt.
<i>God </i><i>knows</i>, I didn’t <i>do </i><i>anything</i>…
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After some chest presses and finger–in–throat tactics, the kid coughed out a few more mouthfuls of water and let out a sharp wail.
The adults breathed a collective sigh of relief, nearly copsing from relief.
Then, ten secondster, one of the women snapped out of it. She turned and shouted at the only two people nearby, “Who pushed my son into the water?!”
Her eyesnded on Wyatt–then quickly shifted past him toward Yunice, likely sensing he was too intimidating to provoke directly.
“You! Sneaking around back there. Was it you? Did you push my son?!”
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