Chapter 671 Blood Price
Chapter 671 Blood Price
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While they argued, Shane finally managed to stumble upright, walking toward Yunice with <b>an </b>awkward, twisted gait–like he meant to snuff out her fire.
Yunice nced at him with a mocking smile, not moving an inch. “You look like one of those zombies. from nts vs. Zombies. Ugly as hell.”
Her slender neck tilted slightly, eyes sharp and cold. “Wyatt has bodyguards watching over me at all times. Won’t be long before he realizes you people snatched me. I’m really curious–when he walks in and sees the three of us together, whose side will he take?”
Madam Mary immediately brightened, baring her teeth in a cruel smile. “I saved his life, you know. He was only born because of me!
All these years, he’s treated me like a second mother. And you think you canpete with that?”
Yunice casually shoved away the staggering Shane and dropped into the seat beside Madam Mary withnguid ease. “Talk too much and you’ll end up pping yourself in the face.”
She stared at the old woman with cool amusement. “Careful you don’t overy your hand and ruin the rest of your life.”
The old witch sneered. “He’s in Silverburgh. It’ll take him at least forty minutes to get here. Too far to matter.”
“So you only came to find me while he’s gone?” Yunice said. “How pathetic. Looks like even you know Wyatt won’t help you.”
Madam Mary choked on her reply.
Shane stood hunched over like a castrated court eunuch, ncing at his mother, waiting for orders. What now? Should they really wait for Wyatt?
But he was also terrified Yunice would hit him again. That girl didn’t hold back.
Madam Mary gave him a small nod–permission to use force.
Shane immediately lifted his phone and spoke into it. “Send in two men.”
He couldn’t handle Yunice alone–but what about two? Or five? Or ten?
The door burst open. Two burly men stormed in, faces vicious.
One of them held a white towel–obviously meant to knock someone out.
If she got smothered unconscious, who knew what they’d do to her afterward?
Seeing Yunice’s stiff expression/Madam Mary grinned wickedly.
Young people always thought they had everything figured out.
A sharp tongue meant nothing. Only a vicious hand could survive.
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Chapter 671 Blood Price
<b>As </b>the men stepped forward, Yunice quickly leapt up and flung a chair at them. “Get <b>away </b><b>from </b><b>me </b>
Shane smirked from the side. “What happened, Ms. Yunice? You were so fierce before. Scared of just <b>two </b>guys?<b>” </b>
“Rx. You’re Wyatt’s woman–we wouldn’t dare humiliate you. But you do need to be taught a lesson. You hid Madam’s beloved granddaughter, and she lost control in a moment of desperation. Even <b>if </b><b>Wyatt </b>gets mad, what’s he going to do–scold an old woman? Don’t forget, my mother saved his and his mother’s life. That’s a debt he can never repay.”
Yunice ran around the office twice, but she was eventually trapped between the two men. One pressed down on her shoulder des, forcing her over the desk in front of the old hag.
She struggled, but couldn’t break free. Strands of her long hair fell across her check.
Madam Mary stared at that beautiful, bewitching face, and jealousy twisted in her chest.
Her eyes dropped to Yunice’s delicate hands. She growled, “Hold her hand down on the desk.”
Yunice’s wrist was pinned. Her fingers were slender and smooth, nearly wless, her nails glossy like spring onions–clearly well cared for.
But those pretty hands had delivered some brutal ps.
The old woman’s beady eyes filled with hate. “If you hadn’t seduced him out of nowhere, he’d never have turned his back on the Johnson family.<i>” </i>
Yunice replied, “Wyatt belongs to himself, not to any of you. You think I seduced him? You ever consider he was just too disgusted by you to keep ying along?”
The old woman’s jaw tightened. She reached into a cup on the desk and pulled out a fountain pen.
The cap ttered to the floor, revealing a sharp metal nib.
Yunice stared her down. The old woman red back. Both were locked in a silent standoff.
Madam Mary’s hand tightened around the pen–then released it, setting it aside.
Shane blinked in confusion. “You’re letting her go<i>? </i>Don’t listen to her scare tactics. Wyatt knows how to -repay kindness. There’s no turning back now. We can’t let her off!”
The old woman snapped, “Who said I’m letting her go? Go get a box of suturing needles.”
There happened to be one in the desk drawer.
Shane brought it over, cradling <i>it </i>in both hands. “Where do you want it?”
He thought she meant to sew Yunice’s lips shut–literally.
But Madam Mary took the needle, straightened it out, then looked at the pale blue veins in Yunice’s <b>arm</b><b>. </b>