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Chapter 536 Different Versions, One Truth
Chapter 536 Different Versions, One Truth
Elianna paused, then said, “They <i>did </i>fight.”
She went on, “It happened right here. I was with my dad, and I heard yelling<b>. </b>I snuck over <b>and </b><b>peeked </b>through a crack in the door. Nora was crying. There were clothes and makeup <b>scattered </b><b>all </b><b>over </b><b>the </b><b>floor</b><b>. </b>Wyatt just stood there with a cold face. He didn’tfort her.”
She added, “I didn’t hear much. My dad dragged me away and warned me not to repeat <b>a </b>word. <b>But </b><b>even </b>before the ident, I always felt their rtionship was… off. But then Nora took that hit <b>for </b><b>Wyatt</b>, <b>and </b><b>I </b>suddenly respected what they had.”
Yunice lowered her gaze. <i>Everyone </i><i>sees </i><i>what </i><i>they </i><i>want to </i><i>see</i>.
To Maine, Wyatt and Nora were the picture of tragic romance.
To Wyatt, they were ying a game–manipting and testing each other.
Now Elianna’s version painted a rtionship that was restrained, conflicted, and wrapped in <b>mystery</b>.
And Yunice couldn’t shake the feeling that Elianna’s father knew more than he ever let on.
Elianna said, “Nora’s a vegetable now. She’ll never wake up. The past doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve all been standing up for her, but the dead are gone. The living have to move on. Wyatt’s young–he can’t mourn her forever.”
She added, “Yunice, I’ve epted that you’re with Wyatt. Everyone says you’re good for him. Since marrying you, his leg’s healed, his career’s taken off, even the Powell family keeps hitting dead ends. Pavilion Hall needs a mistress eventually. If it’s you, fine.”
Yunice gave a faint smile. <i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>such </i><i>thing </i>as <i>“</i><i>good </i><i>match</i><i>.</i>” <i>Wyatt </i><i>made </i><i>his </i><i>own </i><i>luck</i>.
Elianna sighed. “As for Nora… guess she just wasn’t meant for happiness.”
She fell silent after that.
It was a harsh truth–too cruel for anyone to really ept. But no one had a better answer, either.
Just then, Yunice’s phone buzzed. She looked down to see a massive deposit hade through. Freya had added a note: <i>Sold </i><i>part </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>diamond </i><i>rings</i>. <i>Still </i><i>looking </i><i>for </i><i>buyers </i><i>for </i><i>the </i><i>rest</i>.
Just part of the collection had brought in 80 million dors.
Elianna left the dressing room.
Yunice had gotten the answers she needed. She saw no reason to entertain Elianna further.
She sat down and wired 10 million dors to Quinton–plus interest.
The moment the payment cleared, Quinton called.
“You suddenly remembered to pay me back? You’re not in trouble or anything<b>, </b><b>are </b><b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
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Chapter 536 Different Versions<b>, </b>One Truth
With all the noise around <b>Oscar’s </b><b>case</b><b>, </b>Yunice should’ve been swamped. <b>Why </b>was she <b>handling </b><b>this </b>now?
Yunice said, “I’ve hit a wall. There’s no new lead for now. No point in stressing<b>“</b><b>. </b>
Quinton replied, “I’ve already got someone on it. A guy I know just got locked up<b>–</b><b>might </b><b>run </b><b>into </b><b>Oscar</b>. I’ll have him poke around.”
Yunice blinked. “You went that far?<b>” </b>
Quinton said, “It worked out. Had a fall guy ready anyway–needed toy low for a bit.”
He wasn’t shy about it. Wyatt had just as many shady dealings.
Yunice asked, “Bobby still got enough of his meds?”
“Running low,” Quinton said. “This batch got held up at customs. I even asked Mr. Carl<b>–</b>couldn’t find more anywhere.”
Yunice said, “Bobby can’t miss a dose. He’s finally improving. I’ll figure something out.
“Great. Let’s tag team this,” Quinton said.
Bobby had soul–loss syndrome. Rhino horn was the only thing that helped.
And Wyatt had just bought some at a charity auction. Yunice nned to ask him once he woke.
Just then, Taylor called.
She’d been fighting with Paul for a divorce, but the Powell family kept dragging things out.
Since Mr. Gerardo died, the Kendalls were struggling financially. K was scrambling to fix it, while Taylor was tangled in schemes and revenge, trying to honor her father’s legacy.
These days, Taylor was practically acting as a spy for Wyatt.
Whenever something happened with the Powell family, she’d immediately call.
“You won’t believe the drama today!” Taylor sounded amused. “Son beat up his own dad!”
Since Paul got branded and publicly humiliated by the Chang family, he had be aplete joke in Silverburgh’s elite circles.
His former allies had scattered. Most had been disowned by their families–including Paul himself.