Chapter 205 Who’s Really Pulling the Strings
Chapter 205 Who’s Really Pulling the Strings
“Mr. Carl.” Yunice stood politely behind him.
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Carl had one hand tucked in the pocket of his slacks, the other holding a champagne glass. Surrounded by business elites, he was the picture of charm and eloquence.
As he turned around, the others naturally followed his gaze–and saw Yunice.
She wore a simple princess–cut gown; her delicate face was porcelain pale, sweet and demure.
She looked like a well–behaved girl, but the slender, pale curve of her neck sparked a flicker of something more suggestive in the minds of more than one man.
In a crowd full of high–society fashion, her appearance stood out as uniquely understated.
“Mr. Carl,” Yunice said, “I have the answer to the question you asked last time. Can we talk for a moment?”
Then she added, “I won’t take up much of your time.”
Carl’s expression stiffened slightly. Why is Yunice being so formal with me now?
It was rude of her to bring up business at a social event like this, but still, Carl set down his glass and gestured to a quieter corner. “This way.”
The crowd respectfully stopped following.
At that same moment, Owen and Paul had also been on their way to find Carl.
Owen hadn’t originally planned to attend the Powell family’s banquet; he still hadn’t patched things up with Jackson, and swallowing his pride wasn’t easy.
But when Paul mentioned that the Powell family was negotiating a business deal with Carl, Owen perked up.
After all, Carl was his godfather.
Back in the day, Carl and his father had been sworn brothers. If Owen could represent the Powell family in the deal, Carl would definitely do him the favor.
And if that happened, Owen would be hailed as the hero–and with Carl as his powerful backer, the Powell family would surely reconsider breaking off Elsie and Paul’s engagement.
For Elsie’s future, Owen had tried contacting Carl many times, but always seemed to miss him by a step.
Today, though, Carl was at Jackson’s birthday banquet. This was his chance.
Sure enough, just as he arrived, he spotted Carl walking away–with Yunice.
He got excited and was just about to chase after them when someone suddenly stepped in front of him.
Owen and Paul stopped short, looking up to see Wyatt standing in their way, both hands resting on his cane, a sly grin on his face.
Paul’s expression darkened instantly. “Wyatt. You never come to Grandpa’s birthday banquets. What, finally learned to bow your head?”
Wyatt glanced at Paul’s waistband and said calmly, “Your fly’s down.”
Paul quickly looked down–everything was perfectly zipped. “You-!”
He’d been played, and his face flushed red, but he couldn’t afford to throw a tantrum.
Owen, meanwhile, was still focused on Carl. But now that Wyatt had interrupted, Carl and Yunice were already out of sight.
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Chapter 205 Who’s Really Pulling the Strings
Seeing Paul occupied with Wyatt, Owen turned on his heel to follow after Carl.
Just then, a server hurried toward Owen with a tense expression, whispered something in his ear-
“What?” Owen blurted. “How could they do that to her?”
Furious, he turned in the opposite direction.
Paul called after him. “Owen!”
Owen didn’t even glance back. “I have to find Elsie. I’ll be back later!”
Elsie had been stripped and locked in a restroom.
What if someone hurt her?
Compared to Elsie’s safety, the Powell family’s business could wait.
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Watching Owen disappear, Paul’s expression turned sour. He looked at Wyatt with disgust. “That was Yunice with Carl just now, wasn’t it? What are you up to?”
“You really think Carl would ditch the Powell family and partner with you instead?”
Paul’s face was full of scorn.
As if a man would ever go around a legitimate heir to do business with some illegitimate outcast.
And Yunice was just a narrow–minded woman–someone like her could never win over someone as sharp as Carl.
Feeling triumphant, Paul declared, “Might as well tell you now, grandpa’s already been in talks with Carl. Once Carl invests in our company, we’ll be the largest shareholder in the Northside project.”
He sneered, “So what if you were the one who secured that land? I’m the Powell family’s only heir. The entire Powell family serves me. And you–are just a dog working for me.”
Wyatt didn’t flare up. Instead, he laughed, as if the whole thing was hilarious. His eyes gleamed with derision.
“Do you know why I’ve let you live this long?”
Paul froze, unease flickering in his eyes.
Wyatt’s grin turned dark. “Because you’re like a mutt who won’t stop barking but never dares to bite. Killing you waste of my time.”
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