Chapter 258 Ticking Clock

Yunice struggled slightly against the leather strap that bound her wrists behind her back, but even that small movement was caught by Paul.

He said, “Don’t bother. I won’t let you escape.”

Yunice stared at him like he was crazy and said coldly, “What the hell do you want?”

Paul’s eyes wandered from the floor to her face. With a suggestive grin he said, “What do you think I can’t do right now?”

Yunice didn’t answer, but her eyes remained fixed on him.

Paul leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, shortening the distance between them.

“I’m just curious, what do you like about the cripple anyway? I understood before. You had no identity, no status, no reputation. It made sense to settle for someone equally pathetic. But now you’ve be Carl’s daughter. You have the standing to be my equal. Why don’t youe back to me? Why do you still marry Wyatt Cooper? Are you trying to spite me?”

Yunice let out a softugh, more amused than angry at his twisted logic.

She looked up at him, her tone full of contempt.

“You think you’re worth my petty annoyance? I’m not after you because you’re not worth it. I’m just not into you. Simple as that. And it’s not because I met Wyatt. I’ve never been into you.”

The false sense of superiority Paul had clung to shattered in an instant. Humiliated, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. Through clenched teeth he said, “Do you even remember your situation right now?”

Yunice sneered.

“So what? I’m just a bpiece /bof bait. If you do anything to me, Wyatt and Carl will have every reason to destroy you. If my life can take down the entire Powell family, I’d call that a win.”

Paul’s fingers tightened, anger twisting his expression.

He breleased /bthem with ba /bshoveb, /bgritting bhis /bteeth.

“Do you think Wyatt breally /bbcares /babout you?b” /b

He leaned back in his chair and shruggedzily.

“I don’t bhave /bto do anything todayb. /bbI’ll /bbjust /bkeep you locked up for two hoursb, /band we’ll bsee /bwhat Wyatt does.”

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Didn’t Yunice think iWyatt /iwas ithat /ireliable? I want to rip that mask off

Yunice’s expression changed. Two hours. iThe /iwedding banquet will be over by them.

No ione /iwill wait for ime /ithat ilong/ii. /i

Finished

She tried to struggle again, but the leather strap only dug deeper into her skin. It tightened with every movement, offering no relief.

Paul sat across from her and waited stubbornly.

20 minutester, Paul received a phone call from his father, Jensen.

He hung up impatiently.

The phone rang again.

Then a third time, fourth, and fifth.

Finally, fed up, Paul answered.

Jensen’s voice was shaking with panic.

“You useless brat, where the hell are you?”

Something is biwrong /i/bwith Jensen’s tone.

Paui bwas /babout to answer when Wyatt’s cold, authoritative voice came through the phone.

!

“You have three minutes to show me Yunice’s condition.”

Before Paul could say anything, a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the phone. There was ia /imechanical whirring in the background, like ba /bchainsaw.

For all the resentment he harbored toward his father, Paul’s heart clenched at the sound. But he tried to y it cool.

“Three minutes? That’s not a lot. bIf /byou happen to see something unpleasant, Yunice might end up ming you for not being considerate enough.”

The words had barely left his mouth when another agonized scream rang out.

“Paul Powell, do you want to bkill /bbyour /bown fatherb? /bWyattb! /bbWyatt/b!”

Jensen’s cries shook Paul to his core. He couldn’t keep up the act anymore. Swallowing hard, he murmured, “Wait.”

He only spoke again when he heard Jensen’s ragged breathing. Lowering his voice, Paul said, “I

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He took a screenshot of the message and sent it to Wyatt.

Finished

On the other end, Wyatt nced iat /iJordan, who was holding aptop and trying to track Paul’s phone. Whether it was because of his own limitations or because Paul’s device was shielded, the signal wasn’ting through. Jordan shook his head.

Meanwhile, Freya was already leading a team to the address mentioned in the message, searching for Yunice.

Paul, on the other hand, ended the call without a second thought, ignoring whatever had happened to Jensen.

Wyatt looked at the disconnected call, calm but deadly. His eyes went back to Jensen.

Jensen was strapped tightly to a machine table, his legs spread and suspended over ia /imassive rotating de.

bSend /bGifts

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