Chapter 528
529 The Fox Shows Its Tail
529 The Fox Shows Its Tail
Yunice heard the crack of Paul’s knuckles and knew he was angry.
But she also knew something more important–Paul was a coward. No, even worse than Owen.
Owen, at the very least, would fight for the people he cared about. Paul? He was scum. The kind who would destroy lives for the sake of his own satisfaction. Just like when he let Gerardo die and triggered a citywide health scare. How many innocent people had suffered because he deliberately spread the illness?
And yet here he was–bold enough to sit calmly in the Saunders‘ living room like he belonged.
Yunice let the sound of his popping joints fill the room, knowing full well Wyatt stood right behind her.
Even if Paul had ten times the guts, he’d never act out in front of Wyatt.
It reminded her of the “flea effect“-take a flea that can jump thirty centimeters, trap it in a ten–centimeter jar, and close the lid. After hitting the lid enough times, even when it’s removed, the flea never jumps higher than ten centimeters again.
Paul was that flea. After being crushed over and over by Wyatt, his spirit was permanently stunted.
Yunice smirked, fearless. “I’ve been meaning to ask–who carved up your face?”
Paul’s expression dropped like a stone. Across the room, Owen looked stunned, like something had just clicked.
He was the only one here who knew the truth–those scars on Paul’s face had been carved by Oscar. With a scalpel.
To defend Yunice.
Now that he remembered, Owen’s chest filled with dread. His eyes flicked nervously to Wyatt.
Could Wyatt know?
He and Oscar had visited Paul under Wyatt’s arrangements. Someone might’ve told him what had happened.
Uneasy, Owen quickly avoided Wyatt’s gaze. His hand clenched unconsciously around the armrest.
Wyatt, as if sensing something, slowly turned toward him. Their eyes met for a split second–then Owen looked away again, his guilt written all over his face.
Across the room, Paul’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes met Yunice’s–and for all his anger, he said nothing.
A silent standoff. One full of tension.
Yunice could see straight through him.
Paul was never evil enough, never clever enough. His work was sloppy, always letting his tail show.
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She straightened up. “Let’s go.”
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As she and Wyatt headed for the door, Owen suddenly stood. His eyes locked on Paul–but he addressed- Lily.
“Mom, go lock the door.”
Lily didn’t understand, but she obeyed.
Owen walked toward Paul like he had a weight on his back. Once in front of him, he stared for a moment, searching his face.
“Was it you?” His voice was low, tense. “Oscar carved up your face. You hate him. So you framed him…”
His voice rose suddenly. “But what the hell did Elsie ever do to you?! She’s always been good to you!”
He was shouting now. “When you were nearly drowning at the Crawford estate, she jumped in to save you even though she was sick! She ended up with pneumonia and stayed in bed for half a month! She risked her life for you, and you did this to her?!”
Paul didn’t reply. But in his head, he was laughing bitterly.
Good to me? Elsie was good to me?
That woman slept with Morgan while I was still barely standing on my feet.
Saving him? That was all for show. A meaningless performance. The same night she “saved” him, she went off to roll in bed with Morgan.
Paul’s lips twisted into a cold sneer.
Let’s see how Owen reacts when he finds out Elsie was nearly killed by Morgan , not Oscar.
Meanwhile, outside the Saunders home, Yunice and Wyatt got back in the car.
As soon as the door shut, Yunice pulled out her phone. Her voice was calm and serious. “I planted a listening device in the Saunders‘ house.”
Owen and Paul had been acting strangely.
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She’d sensed it and deliberately left, knowing they’d talk once they thought she was gone.
Slipping in her earpiece, she suddenly froze, blinking in surprise.
“Oscar’s the one who carved Paul’s face?”
Wyatt looked puzzled for a second, then shrugged. “Oscar always looked so mild. Guess appearanc are deceiving.”
Yunice shot him a curious glance.
Something about that felt… off.
But she had no time to dwell on it. She kept listening in.
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As expected, Paul refused to admit anything. Even after Owen laid bare his motive, he played dumb.
A few minutes later, Yunice heard the sound of a door and Paul leaving.
She looked up–sure enough, Paul’s car was rolling down the driveway.
As it passed them on the road, Yunice lowered her window. Her gaze locked with Paul’s through the glass.
Just a few seconds of eye contact–but it was enough. Sparks flew between them, the air practically crackling with tension.
“Paul’s definitely one of the masterminds,” she said flatly.