Chapter 357 Trapped from All Sides
+8 Pearls
Yunice had begged for that bracelet countless times, and Wyatt never once gave in–not even after she risked her life for him during the Rainier Arc Street incident. But now, all it took was a minor injury and it was suddenly hers?
Jordan found both of them completely baffling.
Wyatt had been at the hospital for over twenty-four hours straight. Work was piling up–he couldn’t afford to be gone any longer.
Yunice gently urged him to go back to work.
Paul was reckless. If he got involved with the Northvale project, who knew what kind of mess he might stir up.
Wyatt raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re not happy for him?”
Yunice shot back, “Are you jealous?”
Wyatt scoffed and walked out.
After he left, Yunice smiled and slipped off the bracelet, admiring it in her hand.
After everything, her father’s keepsake had finally come back to her.
Just then, the light above her dimmed slightly–Wyatt had returned without her noticing.
She looked up as he reached out and tapped her nose with a playful smile, then left again.
Yunice was speechless.
Once she was sure he was really gone, Yunice leaned back against the headboard, her mind already working.
Paul had always been lazy. If he was suddenly this driven, something must’ve rattled him.
She suspected he’d figured out Elsie had cheated, and now he wanted revenge–to make Elsie regret her choices.
Which meant he had walked right into the trap Yunice had laid for him.
A Powell barging into a Cooper family project like Northvale? That wasn’t going to be easy.
Paul didn’t realize that every step he took, every decision he made, had been carefully paved by Yunice.
He wanted Elsie to regret? So did she.
Elsie dragged her sore body back to the hospital.
Every step hurt. Her legs ached, her waist throbbed–each movement pulled painfully at her lower body.
She couldn’t help wondering when Paul had gotten so… intense.
He’d never been like that before.
Is it because I left? Was he holding back all this time? The thought made her secretly proud.
She made her way to Morgan’s room, but before she went in, she spotted Old Madam Jiang inside through the crack in the door.
She paused, deciding to wait.
She had barely stood there a moment when a hand suddenly clamped around her wrist.
Owen’s voice was cold. “I’ve been waiting here for you for a while.”
Elsie forced a smile. “Waiting for me? What for–”
She stopped mid-sentence as her expression shifted. She realized why Owen would be waiting for her outside Morgan’s room.
No way…
Just then, a sound came from the hospital room. Owen’s face darkened, and he grabbed her arm. “Come with me.”
“Owen, I’m on the clock. Can’t we talk after my shift?” she resisted.
Owen didn’t even turn his head. His voice was tight with anger. “You think you’ll still have a shift to finish?”
The paparazzi had given him a one-day deadline–and that was almost up.
If the story dropped online before they handled it, Elsie would be finished.
He didn’t hold back. “You’ve been photographed getting cozy with Morgan. By a tabloid.”
Elsie’s entire body stiffened. Cozy photos? How cozy?
She and Morgan had done plenty. And those paparazzi could get into anything. Who knew how damning those shots were?
Her knees buckled.
She suddenly felt like everyone at the hospital was staring at her. Their eyes pierced through her like a thousand needles.
How did this happen?! What did we do to deserve this? Why go to such cruel lengths to destroy me?!
She snapped out of her panic. The others didn’t matter. What mattered now was Owen.
She gripped his hand tightly, as if all her hope rested on him. “Owen, I’m not that kind of person. Paul and I broke up already. I have the right to date someone else, don’t I?”
She was trying to say she hadn’t done anything wrong—at least not morally.
Owen said nothing, just kept dragging her toward the exit.
Once they were in the car, he started the engine, his tone grim. “Does Paul know you’re seeing Morgan?”
Elsie’s hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her eyes darted away.
She didn’t know how to answer.