Chapter 146: Elsie Plays Possum Again

Owen snapped, “Whatever you’re planning, stop it right now!”

Yunice looked up at Wyatt, but all she could see was the sharp profile of his face. He was staring straight at Paul, showing no sign of explaining anything to her. She had no idea what he was trying to do. Ignoring Owen, she turned to look at the tall walls surrounding the Saunders mansion.

From behind the walls, four cranes suddenly rose into the air—one from each direction—lifting a massive net that stretched across the entire courtyard of the Saunders mansion. Lily gasped in horror, clutching Owen’s arm. “What are they doing?”

Elsie shrank into Paul’s arms, calling his name in a panic. But Paul didn’t have time to comfort her. He was staring up at the rising net overhead.

Quinton, meanwhile, looked back and forth between Yunice and Wyatt. He’d heard about their engagement, but the rumors said the Powell family had arranged it just to rein Wyatt in. Judging by the situation now, though, it didn’t seem to match those rumors. After all, Wyatt was known for keeping his distance. Quinton had seen it himself—there was that one time a woman had tried to touch him, and Wyatt had…

Quinton didn’t get to finish that thought. Out of nowhere—whack—something smacked him right in the forehead. A sharp pain made him instantly clutch his head. Instinctively, he looked up—just in time to see a backhoe arm extend over the Saunders courtyard net, carrying a full load of coins directly above his head. The bucket was overloaded, and as it moved, some coins slipped through the net. Quinton happened to be standing right beneath it.

A massive shadow passed overhead; Paul and Elsie stood frozen in its path, eyes wide. “Watch out!” Owen shouted. But it was already too late. The backhoe tilted, dumping the full load of coins onto the giant net. The net, acting like a sieve, scattered the coins evenly before they poured down like a rainstorm.

Screams rang out from every direction, voices all tangled together—no telling who was shouting what. Quinton ducked, covering his head with both arms. Through the chaos, he looked toward Wyatt and finally realized—nothing was falling in their direction.

No wonder Wyatt had led Yunice over there; he’d planned it all out. And he was on Yunice’s side—yet didn’t even give Quinton a heads-up! “That sneaky bastard,” Quinton muttered and bolted toward Wyatt and Yunice.

Paul and his group weren’t so lucky. The coins fell with serious force, like a hailstorm from the sky. They dented the cars in the courtyard; forget people—this thing was brutal.

Chapter 140: Elsie Plays Possum Again

Of course, it hurt. She didn’t love Paul anymore, but seeing this scene made her feel miserable. It was like no one had ever truly loved Ben.

Just then, she felt someone grab her arm and pull it close. Startled, she turned her head and saw Gill standing beside her, glaring at Paul with righteous anger while clinging tightly to Yunice’s arm. Noticing Yunice’s gaze, Gill leaned in and whispered, “Miss, you better not run over there. Don’t feel sorry for him—he deserves it.”

So that’s what this was—Gill was afraid she hadn’t let Paul go. Yunice looked at Gill’s serious expression and couldn’t help laughing; her eyes, though, turned red. Who said no one had coerced me? Hadn’t Gill always stayed by my side, unwavering?

She really had been foolish—feeling hurt over someone like that. What she should’ve cared about were the people who truly looked out for her. Everyone else wasn’t worth the emotional toll.

As soon as Gill saw her eyes fill with tears, she quickly turned Yunice’s face away and whispered anxiously, “Don’t cry, don’t—Mr. Cooper might see you!”

“Men are all the same. You’re about to marry Mr. Cooper, and you’re crying over some other guy? Come on, does that seem right?”

Yunice snorted. “Paul doesn’t deserve it.”

Gill immediately dabbed her eyes with a tissue—completely unaware that Wyatt had caught the whole exchange out of the corner of his eye.

Up above, the backhoe buckets kept dumping coins like it’d never end. Paul wasn’t bleeding, but he was a mess; his whole body was battered, with welts rising all over the back of his head. Seeing he couldn’t take much more, Elsie clenched her jaw and threw herself over him to shield him with her own body. Paul looked at her, choked. “Elsie…”

Elsie’s voice trembled through the pounding coins. “Paul, I love you! You’ve already taken enough for me—can’t keep watching you suffer!”