Chapter 93 The Wrong Target
CWyatt continued, “If you agree, just nod.”
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By no reverence for marriage, he meant exactly what it sounded like–he had no intention of following any traditional rules. No fidelity. No emotional commitment.
But what right did Yunice have to disagree? She never wanted to get married in the first place, and she certainly didn’t expect Wyatt to be faithful.
Working for him was still better than being trapped in the Saunders family.
She nodded.
Wyatt went on, “I’ll have someone take care of the wedding arrangements. You don’t need to worry about it. Focus all your energy on finalizing the improyed formula for the Alphasirox pills. That’s your real job.”
Yunice froze for a second. Only now did it hit her–everything Wyatt had done for her was ultimately for the Alphasirox project.
Which suited her just fine. Business was easier to deal with than emotions.
Wyatt didn’t stay long. He was always busy and quickly left for other matters.
Yunice shook off the moment and moved on to her next step.
She had already developed an updated formula for Alphasirox. The first prototype was ready. All it needed was clinical trials. before it could replace the original drug on the market.
But there was something even more urgent she had to take care of.
Elsie entered the emergency stairwell.
The VIP wing was already quiet–no one ever used the stairs. Her heels echoed in the empty space, triggering the motion sensor lights one by one.
She rounded the landing, about to step down when two arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.
She let out a startled squeak, whipping her head around to see Morgan.
Her voice went soft. “It’s you… Let go of me.”
Morgan was tall, easily able to pull her back into his arms. The more she pushed, the tighter he held on.
He breathed in her scent at her neck and chuckled crudely. “Knew you were a slut the moment I saw you. You gonna keep pretending?”
Elsie squirmed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“No? Then what are you doing in the stairwell?”
“I–I’m just doing cardio. Don’t twist things!”
“Just finished with Paul, huh? Or…” Morgan didn’t bother playing along. He grabbed at her in a way that left no room for misunderstanding.
He laughed again. “You show up looking for random men, and you still want to act like you’re not a whore?”
Elsie’s face flushed bright red. She’d been trying to seduce this man with her charm, not expecting things to escalate this fast.
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Worse, he wasn’t what she’d imagined. She thought he’d at least be as polished and well–mannered as Paul.
But now, faced with his crude behavior, she realized she’d targeted the wrong kind of man.
Panicking, Elsie tried to bolt.
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But Morgan grabbed her instantly, pinning her by the shoulders. With his other hand, he pulled out the leftover powder Yunice had made earlier–and dumped it into Elsie’s mouth.
A bitter, acrid, spicy taste exploded on her tongue.
Morgan smirked at the empty packet. “Let’s see if Yunice’s little mix works. Let’s see if you melt in my arms…”
He stepped back, expecting her to get dizzy, flushed, and start clinging to him.
Instead, Elsie clutched her throat in pain, face twisted in agony.
She’d assumed the drug was an aphrodisiac. But it was far too bitter. Not only did it not make her weak or feverish–her body jfelt sharper, more alert.
The moment Morgan released her, she spun on her heel and bolted down the stairs.
Morgan stood there stunned for several seconds before he finally realized his prey had escaped.
“Sh*t. That dummy tricked me!” he roared.
Without hesitation, he launched himself down the stairs three steps at a time, chasing after her.
Elsie burst out of the stairwell and into the hospital hallway, sprinting.
She glanced back mid–run–and slammed into someone.
“Elsie?” Owen stared at her, shocked by her disheveled state. He glanced toward the stairwell door behind her. “Where did you just come from?”
Before Owen could see him, Morgan slipped behind the door.
Elsie burst into tears the moment she saw Owen. “It was Yuni-”
She’d meant to say Yunice had someone drug her to ruin her reputation, but stopped herself at the last second. Instead, she just cried silently.
Her silence only made Owen more anxious. “What happened? Tell me. Did someone hurt you?”
Then he remembered what she’d almost said–and his expression darkened. “Was it Yunice?”
Elsie quickly shook her head. “It’s not her fault…”
But Owen had already made up his mind. Of course it had something to do with Yunice.
He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. I’m asking her myself.”
Owen had come to find Yunice anyway. With the Saunders–Powell wedding approaching, the Saunders family couldn’t
