Margaret would visit from time to time, even deliberately giving her nutritional supplements in front of Lily. After more than a week of this, herplexion had significantly improvedb. /b

One day, Margaret visited again, but this time, it bwas /bto say goodbye.

After divorcing Jensen, she could no longer stay in the country. She was leaving for a long trip abroad.

If it were not for Yunice’s engagement issue, she would not havee back just to see the other woman unting her victory.

“I badvised /byou to break off the engagement with Paul not because I look down on you,” Margaret said. “The Powell family is tooplicated. Without bstrong /bbbacking/b, you’ll suffer.”

Daughter–inw and bmother/bb–/bbin/bw were natural enemies. bAnd /bnow, there was a stepmother involved, making things even more precarious.

Yunice was not sure bhow /bsincere Margaret was, but she bwas /bnot wrong. The Powell family was embroiled in internal strife. There was no need for Yunice to be dragged into it.

bMargaret /bsuddenly thought of something. “By the way, do you remember Gill?”

Gill had been a maid for the Saunders family. Margaret had introduced her back then, and when Elsie moved in, Gill had been the one who protected Yunice. But after Yunice was sent to the asylum, Gill had left the Saunders family bas /bwell.

Yunice’s eyes lit up. “Madam Margaret, do you know where bGill /bis?”

Margaret smiled. “She’s looking after my house in Silverburgh

She handed Yunice an address. “This is my private residence. Not many people know about it. If you ever bhave /bnowhere to go, find Gill. She’ll take care of you.”

Tears welled in Yunice’s eyes. She wanted nothing more than to rush to Gill’s side immediately.

Seeing her reaction, Margaret subtly hinted, “Elsie and Owen bare /bon a business trip. They won’t be back for ba /bweek.”

Was she suggesting I make ba /brun for it?

Yunice did not respond immediately. After everything she had been through, she found it difficult to trust people. Especially when Margaret was Paul’s mother, it was even harder to simply ce trust in her.

But Margaret did not mind. She was bleaving /bsoon. Whether Yunice trusted her or not did not matterb, /bas long as she trusted Gill That will do.

That night, after Margaret’s flight took off, Yunice bhailed /ba taxi to the private residence.

Her phone number was not registered, so it btook /ba while before she managed to find a cheap, off–the–books cab.

The bdriver /bwas irritable, speeding recklessly down the broad/b.

Yunice was still reeling from the nausea of sudden eleration when the car screecheded to an abrupt stop.

Thankfully, she was wearing a seatbelt, or she would have mmed into the dashboard.

Before she could regain her senses, the sharp sound of tires skidding bacross /bpavement filled the air.

More than one car. Engines roared. Tires burned rubber against the broad/b. It sounded just like ba /bbracetrack/b.

The taxi driver swore. “Damn it, bI /bknew I should’ve stayed home today!”

Yunice nced at him. His forehead bwas /bbleeding, bhis /bhand pressed against the wound.

Then she turned to look outside, band /bher breath caught in her throat.

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And aside from their decrepit taxi, one other car was caught in the middle.

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Unlike their stopped cab, the other car fought desperately, its tires spinning frantically in search of an escape route.

Yunice’s heart sank. She knew they had been caught in a gang conflict.

She bit her lip. Sometimes, she really wondered if she was cursed. What were the odds of getting tangled up in something like bthis/b?

Just as she was calcting her chances of escape, the surrounding cars screeched to a halt.

Their doors swung open in perfect bunison/b, and dozens of men poured out like a tidal wave. They ripped the bstruggling /bbcar’s /bdoors clean boff/b, dragging its passengers out and tossing them onto the pavement.

The agonized screams sounded eerily familiar.

Just as Yunice leaned closer to the window to see who it was, she felt a presence. A gaze. Strong, piercing, and locked directly

onto her.

Her back hit the seat bas /bshe instinctively bshrank /baway, trying to disappear from view.

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With a click, the taxi driver opened the door and fled. No one dared bto /bmess with these lunatics, running into them was just bad luck

Yunice reacted quickly and immediately jumped out from the other side to escape, but her physical skills were too poor. Before she could even climb onto the hood of the luxury car, someone pulled her down from behind. Instinctively, she curled up, wrapping her arms around her head as she stumbled and was dragged back by the cor.

When she finally steadied herself, her gaze lifted from the bottom of the ck cane, eventuallynding on Wyatt’s face.

The winter night’s wind was cold. Wyatt wore a ck cashmere coat, and his long fingers rested on the silver handle of his cane–the only hint of brightness in his entire figure. Unlike their first encounter, Wyatt now had a slight smile, the corners of his mouth carrying an unreadable expression. At least his hostility wasn’t as sharp, and Yunice’s heartbeat slowed a little.

The man who had been beaten to a pulp was being dragged away, his wails band /bgroans sending chills down everyone’s spine. Yunice recognized him… It was the same man who had chased Wyatt in the alley back at the ck market. She didn’t know what kind of grudge they had, but it confirmed one thing–Wyatt always repaid his debts.

So she had no idea what he wanted with her.

Three years in the psychiatric hospital had ingrained obedience binto /bYunice. When she was beaten, she endured it. When faced with unknown dangers, she would remain numb and wait. bAny /bresistance or trickery bwould /bonly lead to more beatings from the orderlies. She knew this kind of passivity, just like 1030, was a bad habit, but she couldn’t change it yet.

Wyatt had never seen someone this dull before. She wasn’t like those men who pissed themselves and begged for mercy. But calling her brave? She had the nerve to straddle him band /bgrind before running off.

Seeing her keeping her eyes bdown /band avoiding his bgaze/b, Wyatt tilted his head, deliberately shifting his bposition /bto catch her eyes from the side.

Yunice’s nervous gaze happened to meet his waiting one, and she immediately shrank back.

“Hmph,” Wyant let out ba /bsatisfied chuckle and adjusted bto /bba /bmore rxed stance.

“bWyatt/b,” a young man who looked like one of Wyatt’s associates walked out from the shadows, wiping his hands.

Noticing Wyatt standing next to ba /bdisheveled girl, he instinctively asked, “Who’s thisb?/b”

His question was to determine whether she was an enemy or

bor /bban /b

ally

Wyatt casually replied, “Little rabbit.”

Little rabbit?

Jordan btook /banother look at Yunice, his eyes shing briefly bas /bif he realized something, but he bquickly /bsmirked and teased, “Big bad wolves love little rabbits the most.”

Seeing that Wyatt was about to leave, Jordan gestured toward Yunice. “Little rabbit, Wyatt bis /binviting you for a drinkb. /bShow some appreciation”

Yunice knew that rejecting a toast meant drinking ba /bforfeit insteadb, /bbut she still sincerely corrected him, “My name is bYunice/bb./b” Little rabbit. It sounded like some kind of ything.

Jordan didn’t care. I know byou/b. Paul’s soon–to–be wife, bright/bb? /bWe met when we were kids.”

Silverburgh’s social circles were both big band /bsmall. Because of her ties bto /bthe Powell family and her father’s status bas /bba /blegendary doctor, Yunice had many elite childhood friends bgrowing /bup Jordan, as the bsecond /bson of the Conrad family, was

one of them.

Maybe because they had met bas /bkids, or maybe because Jordan seemed easygoing. Yunice subconsciously Call-

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stronger. Yunice bcould /beven distinguish the differentponents in the smell.

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bAs /bbthe /bcar started moving, she stole a nce at Wyatt, who sat one seat away from her. He paid her bno /battention. Noticing that he wasn’t wearing his coat, Yunice grew a little bolder and looked at his wrist

He was still wearing her bracelet.

A pang of frustration hit bher/b. She bhad /bbeen in such a rush when pawning it that she hadn’t even gotten a bgood /blook at it. Now, it was on his wrist; not only out of her reach butpletely beyond her control.

Feeling annoyed, yet not daring to act out, she could only pretend not to see it. Instead, she took advantage of the good lighting in the bcar /band pulled out a notebook, quietly writing and drawing

Wyatt nced over and saw her scribbling–Alphasirox pillsponent analysis. He watched for a while, noticing that she seemed uncertain about a few parts.

“You’re not gonna ask where I’m taking you?” Wyatt asked.

Yunice replied, “Isn’t it for a drink?”

Wyatt crossed his long legs band /bscoffed, “You dare drink with us?”

He might bas /bwell have asked if she wasn’t afraid of being yed to death.