Chapter 559 Tangled Games
The headset crackled with the sounds of chaos–mixed with a woman’s teasing voice. “Mr. Morgan. I only want to be with you. I get all shy when there are others around…”
“Shy my ass, you old whore,” Morgan sneered. “What are you giggling at? You think the two of us came here to serve you? With a cigarette clenched between his teeth, Morgan grinned like a thug. Tonight, you both better get on your knees and stick your asses up.”
The woman blinked at that, her expression turning awkward as she glanced toward the other man. If Morgan was this filthy, what kind of man would hang out with him? A sick feeling rose in her gut, and she began to hesitate.
Morgan noticed immediately. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair and yanked her head toward him. The burning tip of his cigarette hovered dangerously close to her heavily made-up face, as if it might sear a black hole into her smooth skin at any moment.
“Mr. Morgan…” the woman trembled, pleading.
Morgan tilted his head. “Go clean yourself up.”
She stumbled to her feet and rushed into the bathroom.
Morgan then turned his attention to the simp. He didn’t say a word–just gave a look and tilted his gaze toward his crotch. The message was crystal clear.
The simp didn’t flinch. “Mr. Morgan, your idea of fun is too tame. I’m bored.”
Morgan’s eyes darkened. Looked down on him? Was there anyone in Silverburgh City who played dirtier than he did?
The simp pulled out a small object, pinching it between two fingers. Morgan scoffed at the brightly colored pill. “That’s it? I thought it was something rare. Amateur.”
The simp said, “This one’s not like the stuff you find on the street. Just one and it’ll blow your mind. Guaranteed.”
Morgan’s interest was piqued. He took the pill and rolled it between his fingers. Then he smirked. “Give it to that dumb woman. I want to see if it works.”
Outside, Yunice was listening in. Morgan was scum, sure–but not stupid. It wasn’t going to be easy to bait him.
“Wyatt, the neurosurgeon’s been waiting a while. He needs to discuss Ms. Nora’s condition with us in person,” Jordan said as he walked alongside Wyatt.
With one hand in his pocket, Wyatt didn’t stop walking. After rounding the corner of the hallway, he suddenly paused and glanced in a specific direction. From his spot upstairs, he could see a woman sitting alone in a booth on the ground floor.
He said, “Tell the neurosurgeon to wait a bit longer.”
Jordan blinked. “He’s already been waiting a long time… and he’s nearly impossible to book.”
Yunice’s hand stayed pressed to her ear as the situation inside spiraled out of control. The simp claimed he only had one pill, saying it was wasted on a hostess. Morgan insisted the woman take it. The woman sobbed, torn but too scared to defy Morgan. In the end, she swallowed it. Morgan still didn’t take the bait, and now the simp was stuck.
Just then, a voice spoke up beside Yunice.
“Get her a different juice,” Wyatt said casually as he moved Yunice’s wineglass to sit in front of him instead.
Yunice’s heart jumped–she almost gasped out loud. Shocked and alarmed, she turned to look at Wyatt. Why was he here? Had he figured out her plan? Or was it just a coincidence?
Wyatt glanced at the lone glass on the table, then looked up at her. “Came alone?”
Yunice hesitated before giving a soft “Mm.”
Wyatt asked, “Why didn’t you call me?”
How could I call you when I’m doing something shady? she thought.
When she didn’t answer, Wyatt pressed his lips together, his striking eyes fixed solely on her. He reached behind her neck and leaned in, closing the distance between them. “Are you mad at me because I’ve been distant lately? Your brother’s eating and sleeping well inside. No one’s messing with him. But if you keep frowning for his sake, I might have to reconsider.”
So he thought she was here drinking alone, upset about Oscar. Since he said it that way, Yunice figured she might as well play along. “Then let him out, and I won’t worry anymore.”
Wyatt crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the couch. “The police station doesn’t belong to your husband, you know. Don’t make things hard for me.”
Funny how eager you were to clear Morgan’s name, Yunice thought.
Just then, the waiter arrived with her juice. Yunice kept still, trying not to move too much–afraid Wyatt would notice her hidden earpiece. If he caught her listening in on Morgan, that would be far worse than just being seen with an earpiece. She wanted to turn it off but hadn’t found the right moment.
Then Wyatt’s phone rang. He glanced at it and declined the call.
Yunice’s eyes flickered. “You here for business?”