Chapter 143: One Load After Another

Quinton looked away from the burner account on Elsie’s phone and turned to the rest of the Saunders family. He didn’t care about their mess; he only cared about Yunice. “I already gave the bracelet to Ms. Saunders. It’s up to her to decide how to deal with it.”

Yunice followed up, “Even though I never accepted Mr. Quinton’s gift, since the bracelet was temporarily under my name, I have to be the one to hold her accountable.”

Quinton’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced at Yunice. Yunice was cautious, that much was clear. But Yunice wasn’t in a rush to deal with Quinton—these things needed to be handled one at a time. “Mr. Owen, go ahead and keep making that call to sell the house.”

At her words, Lily and Elsie clung to each other and cried in silence; Owen’s face turned ashen. But with Quinton clearly on Yunice’s side, there was no turning things around. Owen had no choice but to throw money at the problem: beaten and hopeless, he picked up his phone again to dial—only for a sharp, familiar voice to slice through the air.

“The money’s right here!”

Yunice’s heart lurched; Elsie turned toward her with a triumphant smile. Lily let out a clear breath of relief, while Owen, confused, looked toward the door. Yunice and the others stepped outside and saw Paul standing in the courtyard of the Saunders mansion, one hand in his pocket, his expression dark. Behind him sat a Maybach business van, backed right up to them.

Paul’s eyes locked onto Yunice with a defiant edge, his voice cutting. “Didn’t you throw a tantrum about getting paid? Well, I brought the money—come get it.”

Gill murmured under her breath, “Miss…”

Yunice’s face darkened. She’d accounted for everything—except that idiot Paul. Elsie flitted over like a white butterfly, throwing herself into Paul’s arms with red eyes. “Paul…”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’ve heard everything. I’ll take care of it.”

At that, Owen pocketed his phone again, his demeanor now completely changed. Quinton watched the standoff between both sides like a man sitting back to enjoy a good fight.

Once Paul finished comforting Elsie, he turned back to Yunice. When she didn’t move, he lowered his gaze and taunted. “What’s wrong? You were all tough when bullying Elsie—now you’re scared of me?”

Gill tugged at Yunice’s sleeve, her mouth barely moving as she mumbled, “Miss, maybe we should call for backup. I could get in touch with Mr. Cooper?”

Yunice shook her head. Wyatt was busy. She needed to handle her own problems. She couldn’t get used to hiding behind him every time and turning into some helpless little thing. If Paul wanted to stand up for Elsie, she wasn’t going to back down.

Yunice stepped forward; Gill rushed up behind her, moving to block her path.

Chapter 143: Give Load After Another

Yunice narrowed her eyes slightly; Elsie’s eyes went wide.

There was nothing quite as tangible as cold, hard cash to show the power of money—and this business van looked like it was filled to the brim with it. Paul strolled casually to the back, grabbed a stack of bills like it was nothing, gave it a disdainful glance, then tossed it toward Gill. Gill, moving like a goalkeeper, jumped in front of Yunice and blocked it. With a loud sound, the cash hit Gill’s foot. Honestly, it stung a bit.

Paul sneered, “Didn’t you scream about wanting money? Now that I’ve brought it, you’re too scared to take it?”

Yunice stayed calm. “Who says I’m scared?”

Paul’s expression chilled. After a pause, he clenched his jaw, then snapped his fingers toward the van. Several men immediately stepped out. Paul waved his hand. “Unload the cash. All of it—give it to her.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “You hear me? Give her all of it—it’s hers!”

The men got the message loud and clear and began hurling the stacks of money at Yunice, one after another. Gill held her ground, pushing Yunice back a few steps. But they kept aiming for her on purpose: no matter how strong Gill was, she didn’t have three heads and six arms. Yunice got hit in the head and on the shoulder—pelted with those heavy stacks, looking completely disheveled.

Quinton frowned. “Mr. Paul throwing cash at two young women doesn’t prove anything.”

Paul held Elsie close. “Mr. Quinton, you’ve got to be what—forty?—This is what they call ‘raging for beauty’s sake.’ I picked it up from you.” He pointed his chin at Yunice, mocking how Wyatt had stood up for her before. “Now it’s just karma doing its thing.”

Four million dollars in cash—what a sight. Nearly fifteen hundred pounds of money, stack after stack, slammed into Yunice, forcing her to stumble back, the loose strands of hair by her cheek fell out of place, messy and wild.