Chapter 21 Meeting Wyatt
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With a click, the taxi driver opened the door and fled. No one dared to mess with these lunatics; running into them was just
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 collar.
When she finally steadied herself, her gaze lifted from the bottom of the black cane, eventually landing on Wyatt’s face.
The winter night’s wind was cold. Wyatt wore a black 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 and groans sending chills down everyone’s spine. Yunice recognized him… It was the same man who had chased Wyatt in the alley back at the black 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 into Yunice. When she was beaten, she endured it. When faced with unknown dangers, she would remain numb and wait. Any resistance or trickery would only 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 and grind before running off.
Seeing her keeping her eyes down and avoiding his gaze, Wyatt tilted his head, deliberately shifting his position to catch her eyes from the side.
Yunice’s nervous gaze happened to meet his waiting one, and she immediately shrank back.
“Hmph, Wyatt let out a satisfied chuckle and adjusted to a more relaxed stance.
“Wyatt,” a young man who looked like one of Wyatt’s associates walked out from the shadows, wiping his hands.
Noticing Wyatt standing next to a disheveled girl, he instinctively asked, “Who’s this?”
His question was to determine whether she was an enemy or an ally.
Wyatt casually replied, “Little rabbit.”
Little rabbit?
Jordan took another look at Yunice, his eyes flashing briefly as if he realized something, but he quickly smirked and teased, “Big bad wolves love little rabbits the most.”
Seeing that Wyatt was about to leave, Jordan gestured toward Yunice. “Little rabbit, Wyatt is inviting you for a drink. Show some appreciation.”
Yunice knew that rejecting a toast meant drinking a forfeit instead, but she still sincerely corrected him, “My name is Yunice.”
little rabbit… it sounded like some kind of plaything
Jordan didn’t care. “I know you. Paul’s soon–to–be wife, right? We met when we were kids.”
Silverburgh’s social circles were both big and small. Because of her ties to the Powell family and her father’s status as a legendary doctor, Yunice had many elite childhood friends growing up. Jordan, as the second son of the Conrad family, was one of them.
Maybe because they had met as kids, or maybe because Jordan seemed easygoing, Yunice subconsciously followed him. But when they reached the car, Jordan stopped her. “Don’t follow me. Co ride with Wyatt up
front.”
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Chapter 21 Meeting Wyatt
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Yunice hesitated awkwardly. Seeing Jordan shut his car door, she had no choice but to nervously walk toward Wyatt’s vehicle. The moment she got in, the warmth of the heater seeped into her skin. In the confined space, the medicinal scent was even stronger. Yunice could even distinguish the different components in the smell.
As the car started moving, she stole a glance at Wyatt, who sat one seat away from her. He paid her no attention. 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 her. She had been in such a rush when pawning it that she hadn’t even gotten a good look at it. Now, it was on his wrist; not only out of her reach but completely 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 car and pulled out a notebook, quietly writing and drawing.
Wyatt glanced over and saw her scribbling–Alphasirox pills component 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 and scoffed, “You dare drink with
us?”
He might as well have asked if she wasn’t afraid of being played to death.
