Chapter 524 Unraveling Threads

Yunice sat at the vanity, towel-drying her hair, but her mind kept replaying what that kid had said during the attack.

Wyatt, noticing her gloomy expression, leaned against the back of her chair, his arms braced on either side. “Still upset?”

His gaze met hers in the mirror. “Want me to call that little brat back and hang him up for a beating?”

Yunice muttered, “That kid was strange. The whole time he was attacking me, he kept yelling he was punishing a homewrecker…”

She turned toward Wyatt, her voice edged with frustration. “How would he even know I’m a homewrecker?”

Wyatt’s expression darkened. “You’re not.”

Yunice lowered her lashes, then turned back to the mirror, slowly resuming drying her hair. She didn’t speak again.

Wyatt, clearly irritated, left for the balcony and lit a cigarette. He called Jordan. “Get me the guest list from tonight’s gala.”

That little hellspawn didn’t know Yunice. He didn’t even know who she was. There’s no way he could’ve known enough to target her with that kind of insult unless someone coached him.

Wyatt had already dealt with the kid. Now he was going after whoever was behind it.

It didn’t take long for Jordan to report back. “Wyatt, Maine showed up at the gala. She left earlier, though.”

Wyatt ground his cigarette out between his fingers, his face clouded with anger. Just as he thought.

His voice was cold and edged with hostility. “If she’s that bored, then give her something to do. I don’t want her playing sentry on me like it’s her full-time job—tracking which women I talk to.”

Jordan immediately responded, “Understood. I’m on it.”

Meanwhile, Yunice stayed at the dressing table, knowing Wyatt would handle it. She didn’t let the matter weigh on her. What really concerned her right now was Oscar.

She frowned at her phone. Why was his GPS showing him at a police station?

Right then, Owen’s call came through—abrupt and startling.

Yunice jumped. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor.

Wyatt reached it first and handed it back without a word. Yunice glanced at him. Neither mentioned the earlier tension.

Owen’s call was still ringing. Yunice rejected it. Almost immediately, another unknown number popped up. She answered.

Owen’s voice roared out, already mid-rage, as if he’d just snatched the phone, “Yunice! You venomous bitch! Get out here! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! Aaaaaagh-!”

His sudden, vicious rage left Yunice stunned. She instinctively held the phone away from her ear, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Owen’s furious voice continued, “I won’t let you off the hook! I won’t! You’re going to pay for everything Elsie suffered—tenfold!”

Wyatt silently took the phone from her hand and hung up. When the unknown number tried again, he muted it and placed the phone face down on the table.

He turned to Yunice, eyes calm but sharp.

Yunice, still dazed, suddenly stood up, her voice tense. “Something must’ve happened!”

Owen was hotheaded, sure—but this was beyond even him. He wouldn’t make this kind of call out of nowhere.

She pressed a hand to her chest, frowning. “I have a really bad feeling…”

She looked to Wyatt, who was typing on his phone. Then he looked up and said, “Jordan’s already investigating.”

Yunice nodded grimly. “I’ll go change.”

She needed to be ready to move.

When she returned from the bathroom, she found Wyatt standing in the living room, hands in his pockets, face grim.

Her heart dropped. She knew that expression too well.

She asked, “You found out?”

Wyatt said evenly, “Elsie was photographed being raped in a hotel.”

Yunice jolted. That… was a lot to process.

No wonder Owen lost it. But what did it have to do with her? She wasn’t the one who sent anyone to do that.

She asked cautiously, “Could this be another one of Elsie’s stunts?”

She felt no sympathy for Elsie—only wariness. She’d been burned by her too many times to blindly trust anything involving her.

Wyatt’s gaze grew heavier, and after a pause, he dropped another bomb.

“The one who orchestrated it… was Oscar.”

“No way!”

Yunice’s response was instant and visceral. She didn’t even register what Wyatt had said before her instincts kicked in, rejecting it at full volume.

The sound of her own voice startled her. She lowered her tone. “It has to be a setup.”

Wyatt didn’t rush to reassure her. Instead, he calmly explained, “There were multiple witnesses. The story’s already hit the media. It’s spreading fast online. Oscar’s been taken into custody. No visitation allowed.”