Chapter 310 The Game She Plays
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Paul still remembered what Yunice had looked like when she was first brought back from the asylum—like a ghost haunting its last breath.
And now… now he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
How had she transformed so suddenly?
Yunice, sensing his gaze, lifted her eyes. Her expression was elegant, composed—but hidden behind that surface was a flicker of cold mockery, a sharp glint that cut deep.
But Paul, dull as ever, couldn’t see any of it.
He probably still didn’t know that the one who had orchestrated his downfall was Yunice herself.
That day, when she locked Elsie in the elevator control room, it wasn’t just to trap Jason’s wife.
Her true target had always been Paul.
She needed him out in the open, publicly exposed, so that Taylor—and the Powell family—could track him down.
After being gone so long, the Powell family would definitely drag him back.
And Paul, prideful to the core, would never admit fault once embarrassed. Butting heads with the family would lead him exactly here.
It hadn’t even been hard to lure him to the control room.
Using Elsie’s phone, Yunice had messaged Paul that she’d seen her and Wyatt together inside.
Paul had rushed over immediately.
Yunice knew him too well.
And she also knew he’d never suspect her. When he realized he’d been set up, he’d blame Elsie—assume she was just playing jealous mind games again.
Yunice turned her gaze away from him, proud and satisfied.
A moment later, she felt warmth on her palm—Wyatt’s hand, closing around hers.
She looked up to find him glaring daggers at Paul.
So he was using her to get under Paul’s skin.
Yunice leaned into it, squeezing Wyatt’s hand tighter, then shot Paul a smug look.
The message was clear: Wyatt is better than you, and I know it.
Paul turned green with rage and jerked his gaze away.
Yunice turned to Wyatt with a sparkle in her eye. Did I do good?
Whether it was good or not didn’t matter—Wyatt was clearly in a great mood.
Across from them, Taylor sat stiffly. She couldn’t take it anymore and shot Paul a vicious glare.
Jackson and Jensen had been hoping Wyatt would take Paul under his wing on the North City project.
To put it nicely, they called it mentorship. Truthfully, they just wanted Paul to worm his way into the company’s core operations.
Chapter 310 The Game She Plays
“…estate to fulfill your filial duties in your place.”
Every person in the room turned to look at Jackson.
The move was laughably transparent—an attempt to keep Yunice as a hostage, right in their territory.
Wyatt hadn’t even spoken yet when Yunice smiled and leaned slightly forward. “Of course.”
That answer made the atmosphere tenser.
Wyatt frowned but didn’t object.
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Yunice continued, “I’ll fulfill my duties to the Powell family, and our dear nephew will fulfill his to the Cooper family. Supporting each other like that, isn’t that the secret to a prosperous household?”
So they wanted to hold her hostage? Fine. Two could play that game. If she had it bad at the Powell estate, Paul would have it worse under Wyatt.
Let’s see how prosperous they’d be then.
Every word she said was drenched in irony, but no one could point to anything directly.
The old man’s face darkened.
Yunice turned to Jackson, all smiles. “Mr. Jackson, you’ve known me since I was little. You know I love a lively environment and I’ve never been good at following rules. If I move into the Powell estate, you won’t try to restrain me, right?”
Just like how he once restrained Wyatt and his mother.
Her smile was bright, but every word was a blade.
Jackson’s face went dark enough to squeeze ink from.
On the side, Wyatt’s hand, resting on the armrest, subtly relaxed.
Then Yunice added, “Mr. Jackson, if I do move in, can I choose my own courtyard? I’d like to live near our dear nephew and his wife. We’re close in age and have common interests—wouldn’t want to feel too lonely.”
Paul’s head snapped up, eyes filled with confusion.
She wanted to live near him?
Only he would be stupid enough not to understand what she meant.
The old man, on the other hand, felt a splitting headache coming on. He never realized that aside from being disliked, Yunice also had such a sharp tongue.
Before anyone else could speak, Taylor exploded.
“I don’t agree!”
Her face twisted in disgust. “Having one Elsie in this house is bad enough. Now you want to bring Yunice in? Has anyone considered my dignity?”
Everyone knew the rumors between Yunice and Paul. It had been a public scandal.
And Paul was a known womanizer. You hand-deliver someone like Yunice to his doorstep and expect him not to take a bite?
Taylor snapped, “If Yunice moves into the Powell estate, I’m going back to my parents’ house!”
Wyatt leaned back, fully relaxed now.
Yunice had played her hand beautifully—turning the heat elsewhere.