Chapter 206 Dead Man Walking

Paul gritted his teeth and said, “You’re just scared.”

Trying to provoke Wyatt, he sneered, “You talk a big game, but at the bend /bof the day, even your woman’s just my leftovers.”

The smile in Wyatt’s eyes faded.

Sensing the sudden shift in mood, Paul doubled down, even more defiant. “You like her, don’t you? Too bad. That one moment in her life she’ll always remember–she gave it to me. No matter how hard you try with her now, every time she closes her eyes, it’ll be my face she sees.”

Got him. He’s pissed.

bPaul’s /blips curled into ba /bnasty grin, like he’d bfinally /bgrabbed Wyatt by the tail. Wyatt started walking toward him–slow and steady–and Paul’s expression darkened in an instant.

Then, bpain /bexploded across the top of Paul’s foot, forcing bhis /bback into ba /bpainful arch.

The end of Wyatt’s cane had dug deep into the leather of Paul’s shoe. He turned slightly, leaned in, and whispered in Paul’s car, “You’re dead.”

Wyatt bshed /ba crooked smile. “Next time bshe /bthinks of you, all she’ll picture is the mess you went out in. I’ll bhave /byou torn limb from limb band /bscattered to the four winds. Maybe your hand ends. up in the drink, byour /bhead’s bsix /bfeet under somewhere it doesn’t belong, and what’s left of you goes to the dogs. How’s that for going out with a bbang/b?”

Paul’s face went pale, then green. With every word Wyatt spoke, a vivid image took over his mind until he broke out in a cold sweat.

He couldn’t tell if Wyatt was bluffing or not, but he wasn’t about to take the risk. He shut up.

Wyait wasn’t done.

With a cutting sneer, he added, “Wonder if, once you’re gone, that useless old bman /bof yours will be able to squeeze out another Powell heir Then who’s gonna carry bthe /bfamily bname/b, huh? Eh. whatever that old bastard never did anything good for the world. Maybe it’s better if all of you

ju raked”

The more Wyatt talked, the hunter Paul’s hands shook–because every word hit too close to

If for died, the old man just might go crawling to Wyatt, begging him toe back into the foll atud take over die Powell name.

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Chapter 206 Dead Man Walking

His mind finally began to settle.

No, he couldn’t give Wyatt the chance to kill him. He had to strike first.

Finished

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Paul couldn’t sit still any longer; he broke into a jog, rushing off to find Jensen.

Meanwhile, Owen brought a fresh change of clothes to the bathroom and helped Elsie out. bBut /bwhen he returned to look for Paul, the guy had already vanished.

Calls went unanswered, and Carl was too high up the Powell chain for Owen to bother without permission.

For bnow/b, he was stuck outside, seething and helplessb. /b

bInside /bCarl’s bprivate /bblounge/b, Yunice sipped her btea /bin peace.

Carl lounged in a wicker chair across from her band /bsaid, “You hesitated when I asked you that question the other day. That’s how I knew–you want to be with that kid.”

He flipped through the file in his hands, his tone suddenly unreadable. “So you’re here now, asking me to back him?”

Yunice replied, “Mr. Carl, Wyatt’s offering thirty percent profit cuts. That’s something the Powell family will never give.”

Carl furrowed his brow, his thoughts still a mystery. “In this world, there’s no shortage of tailwinds to ride. The trick is knowing which is a spring breeze… and which is a death chill.”

Pick the wrong one, and bnot /bonly do your investments vanish–you might go down with them.

Wyatt was young, untested by time. Meanwhile, the Powell empire was old money: even dying, it bwas /bstill stronger than most.

Carl set the document Yunice had brought down on the desk. Her heart sank.

She was bprobably /bbabout /bto lose the negotiation. Sure enough, Carl gave ba /bheavy sigh and asked, “Yunny, if I don’t sign bthis /btoday, do you lose all your worth in Wyatt’s eyes?”

The question caught Yunice off bguard/b. I haven’t thought about that.”

Carl continued, “We businessmen… we’re all paranoid by nature. bAnd /bI’ve got this nagging feeling -he brought byou /bto the billiards bhall /bthat day on purpose.”

He was starting to believe Wyatt was using Yunice,

Yunice chuckled. “That was bprobably /bjustcidence. Wyatt built everything from the groun up. I’ve never once heard of him leaning on a woman to bmake /bit.”

Then she joked, “Mr. Carl, I swear he didn’t force me to bother byou /bYou’re my uncle. bYou /bbtaught /bme how to y pool, remember? You and my father always stood on equal ground in my heart I

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