Chapter 355 The Price of Blindness +8 Pearls
The caller spoke calmly, “I wouldn’t have dared to disturb you, Mr. Owen, without something real. Ever wonder why I waited this long after filming the video to reach out?”
A chill ran down Owen’s spine. He couldn’t guess what the man was getting at.
The voice on the other end chuckled darkly. “Finished reading the email yet, Mr. Owen?”
His heart pounded. He exited the video, and sure enough, there was more content below.
He slowly scrolled down, eyes widening bit by bit.
The man didn’t wait for him to finish. “I’ll give you one day to think it over. Ten million. Transfer it to me, and I’ll hand over all the evidence.” Then he hung up.
Owen sat frozen in front of the computer, unable to move.
The email was still open—an entire investigative report compiled by the paparazzi on Elsie.
Not only had they uncovered inconsistencies in Elsie and Yunice’s personal information, but they’d also captured a crystal-clear video of Elsie getting cozy with a patient at the hospital.
Wait—that patient was Morgan.
The same Morgan the Saunders family had once tried to match with Yunice.
Back then, Morgan had dismissed Yunice as mentally unstable and accused the Saunders of looking down on him. He’d even said he’d get his hands on Elsie just for fun.
Owen never imagined that, without his knowledge, the two had actually gotten involved.
Any one of the clips in that video would be enough to ruin Elsie if it got out.
His throat tightened. Panic set in as he quickly dialed Elsie’s number. She needed to come back immediately.
But the call didn’t go through.
He tried again. This time, not only did she reject the call, she then shut her phone off.
At the hotel, Paul powered off Elsie’s phone and tossed it aside.
Then he turned around and looked at her sleeping on the bed.
After dragging her away from Morgan, Elsie had been trying hard to win him back—playing up her feelings, pretending she still cared.
So Paul brought her to a hotel. When she brushed up against him with obvious intent, he gave her a drink laced with something.
She passed out not long after.
Paul had stripped her bare.
Now she lay face down on the bed without a stitch on, several clear handprints on her backside.
They weren’t his.
Paul’s eyes turned red. He sucked in a breath, then looked away, unable to face it.
Elsie really thought he was a fool.
He hadn’t been doing well lately, his funds drying up. And just like that, Elsie switched gears and found someone willing to spend on her.
So those five years of playing nice, of flattering him… it had all been for money. And he’d actually believed it was love.
Paul sat in a chair, chain-smoking, one cigarette after another.
His thoughts drifted to Yunice.
He’d always claimed Yunice stayed with Wyatt for power. But now, looking back—what had he ever given Yunice when she was with him?
He’d spent over a billion on Elsie. He helped her secure her advisor. He paid for VIP memberships at luxury clubs. He connected her to rich businessmen, helped her steal projects, and built her up into a young, successful woman.
Wherever Elsie went during those years, she was admired and envied.
And Yunice? Yunice had been with him for eighteen years. He bullied her from the start, treated her like property. He never thought about what she wanted. He never tried to make her feel loved.
The things that come easy are never cherished.
Yunice never got what Elsie did. People looked down on her, pushed her around, and he never once stood up for her.
Paul lit cigarette after cigarette. He kept thinking, finally piecing everything together.
He thought about what he’d gained from Yunice—and from Elsie.
What he had done for Yunice—versus what he had spent on Elsie.
And only now did he realize: all those years with Elsie had been nothing but talk. She never helped his life or career. In fact, she’d only made things worse. She was the reason his grandfather and father kept losing faith in him.
Now he understood why they’d never approved of her from the beginning.
He had been the only one too blind to see it.