Chapter 177: Moss Died, and So Did the Vibe
No one expected the floor to be that slippery; the small footstool she brought over to stand on suddenly slid forward. Just as Yunice’s waist was about to slam into the railing and she started toppling into the sea, Wyatt grabbed her around the waist. He casually kicked the stool aside and wrapped his arms around Yunice, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was quick, like a brush of dragonfly wings. He glanced at Yunice; when he saw she wasn’t resisting, he deepened the kiss possessively.
“Mr. Paul, what are you looking at?” Jordan walked up beside Paul with a champagne glass in hand and a grin that practically screamed flirtation. Paul was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out toward the terrace. Between the glass and the terrace, lush seaside plants had been arranged like a screen, partially blocking the view. Still, through the gaps in the foliage, you could make out what was happening on the terrace. Because their backs were turned, Jordan didn’t see Wyatt’s face, but he did see Yunice.
He assumed Paul was interested in the woman and leered, “She’s got fair skin and a tiny waist. If you’re into it, Mr. Paul, I can get her for you tonight.” Paul had been dragged to this party by Jensen. He didn’t expect to show up and immediately see Yunice and Wyatt making out. His mood tanked. Everything felt off, and now everyone looked like an eyesore. He shot a glare at the man trying to suck up to him and said coldly, “Sure, bring her to me.” With that, Paul slammed his glass down and headed inside.
Jordan blinked, confused by the look he got. He didn’t think he said anything wrong. Meanwhile, the couple on the terrace finally broke apart. With the change in angle, Wyatt’s face came into view; Jordan’s hand slipped, and he nearly dropped his champagne. No wonder Paul had glared at him. Competing with Wyatt over anything was practically suicide. Wyatt’s fingers brushed the red marks on Yunice’s neck. The handprint was a real eyesore. Wyatt’s eyes grew darker by the second. Jordan walked out onto the terrace and said, “Wyatt, everyone’s waiting for you.”
Wyatt gave a low grunt of acknowledgment. After a few seconds, he finally let go of Yunice’s neck. “Wait here for me,” Wyatt said, then walked into the hall without looking back. The place was packed with entrepreneurs and executives—elites from all industries. Yunice…
So she stood by the window, gazing outside. Behind Wyatt on the stage was a row of ribbon garlands for a ceremonial cutting. It looked like a product launch event. Jensen stood to the side, leading the applause with a smile that gave nothing away. Everyone in the Powell family could put on a show except Paul. His face always gave him away. Wait. Why wasn’t Paul onstage? Would the Powell family really pass up a chance to let Paul soak up the spotlight?
Just then, a server came in with dessert and tea for Yunice. She pulled her gaze back and asked, “What’s the event outside?” The server bowed slightly. “Good evening, ma’am. It’s the launch and distribution ceremony for Alphasirox pills.” “How are the sales?” Yunice asked. “It’s a new release; demand far exceeds supply.” After the server left, Yunice sat down. She hadn’t expected Huaxin Pharma to move so fast. With Anning monopolizing the market, no one was catching up anytime soon. She checked her phone—sure enough, Huaxin’s stock had skyrocketed. With results like this, someone in the Powell family probably wasn’t going to sleep tonight.
Just as Yunice snapped back to the moment, a pair of brand-new leather shoes appeared in her line of sight. She looked up and met Paul’s eyes. His brows were tightly furrowed, a deep line between them. His gaze swept over her critically, and his tone was cold as he said, “Yunice, how can you sit here so comfortably?” Yunice thought he was talking about Elsie. She shot back sarcastically, “You’re fine attending this party, but I’m not allowed to be?” “I’m not talking about Elsie,” Paul said flatly. Yunice was completely lost now. So maybe she had wronged someone in his family again. He couldn’t even bother showing up to celebrate—just came straight to her to ruin the night.
Paul stepped forward quickly, invading her space. “I’m talking about Moss.” “Moss is dead, did you know that? The pet you raised yourself is dead. You killed it!” Yunice’s expression turned mocking; she was at a loss for words at his accusations.
He died. Don’t you feel guilty when you dream at night? Can’t you hear him calling for you?” Even Paul got emotional as he spoke. His eyes turned red, his voice caught in his throat. If Yunice hadn’t known the truth, she might’ve been wracked with guilt and grief over Moss’s death. But she knew everything. Every last bit.