hapter 309 The Threshold

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“Anything you like, Ma’am. I can coordinate the arrangement based on your preferences,” the gardener said warmly.

Yunice knew Wyatt probably didn’t care much about details like theseb, /bso she didn’t push the task back. She picked a few varieties that looked pleasant and had a light fragrance.

She had never liked heavily scented flowers. Back when she lived with the Saunders family, Oscar used to get dizzy from strong scentsb, /bso their home always avoided things like lilies or gardenias.

“Wyatt,” she suddenly asked, “do you prefer strong or light floral scents?b” /b

This was his house, after all. She couldn’t just follow the habits of the Saunders family.

Wyatt paused, caught off guard by the question. “Light.”

Yunice nodded and returned to discussing arrangements with the gardener.

Just then, the Powell family butler approached Wyatt–and was surprised to find him in a good mood.

The sharp–eyed butler followed Wyatt’s line of sight and spotted Yunice on the swing.

Wyatt turned, meeting the butler’s gaze with a smirkced with mockery. “What are you here for?”

“Sir wants you to keep Mr. Paul in check,” Luke replied.

Wyatt picked up a few pebbles from the flowerbed and tossed them into the fishpond. “What if I kill him by ident? Who takes the me then?”

Luke knew Wyatt was hard to convinceb, /bso he just stood there patiently, trying to wear him down.

Wyatt continued tossing stones. The koi fish initially swam over eagerly, thinking it was food–only to get smacked in the head by cold pebbles. They scattered in every direction, thrashing their tails in panic.

Yunice nced over from the swing, silently lowering her presence.

But Luke peeked at her and added, “Now that Ms. Yunice is married in, wouldn’t it be proper to visit the old house more often?b” /b

Wyatt hurled thest of the pebblesb, /bsnorting, “What, you think the Powell family is such a prize? What if I don’t want to go?”

At that momeni, Yunice stepped off the swing, walked up to him in front of Lukeb, /band leaned in closeb. /b

“I want to see the drama,” she whispered.

bWyatt /bstudied her face for a bbeat, /bthen slipped both hands into his pockets and turned to Luke.

“I’ll go. But on one condition.”

Luke’s eyes lit up. “Name it.”

“Get rid of that ridiculous braised /bthreshold bat /byour front gateb.” /b

bLuke’s /bbrows furrowed.

Wyatt’s leg was healed now. Why was he making such a demand?

Was this a calcted insult to the old bman/b? Or the whole Powell family?

No matter Wyatt’s intentions, Luke had at least gotten a response—bso /bhe returned to breport/b.

“He wants the threshold removed?” The Powell patriarch fell into deep thought. Why now?

b4:45 /bPM

Chapter 309 The Threshold

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Jensen sneered, “What reason? He just wants to twist the knife.”

The bnce of power had shifted. Wyatt held the cards now, and they were beneath him.

Of course he’d take his time settling scores.

But like it or not, Wyatt could leave the Powell family. The Powell family couldn’t afford to leave Wyatt.

Jensen, ever since making a fool of himself in the meeting hall, had kept a low profile.

The North City project needed a trusted insider to manage it.

And Paul, bas /bthe heir, was due for his trial by fire. Wyatt’s pressure would serve as the grindstone.

Their n was clear mold Paul into a second Wyatt.

It was the only way.

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That evening, before the banquet began, the Powell family sent a message, the threshold had been removed. Wyatt could see for himself if he didn’t believe it.

So Wyatt took Yunice with him.

She wore heels for once, dressed formally, standing confidently at Wyatt’s side with a presence that matched his stride for stride.

They entered through the main gate and headed toward the reception hall.

The dining hall was on the other side–no rush to eat just yet.

The reception hall was arranged the same as before, high–backed chairs lined up in a semi–circle. Yunice remembered vividly how,st time she was here, everyone belse /bhad been seated–while Wyatt stood alone, taking their abuse.

But today–everything bwas /bdifferent.

bPaul /bwas on his knees in the bcenter /bof the hall, pinned down by several men. His bface /bbwas /bflushed red bas /bhe struggled, but he couldn’t overpower four hands with just two.

bOut /bof the corner of his eyeb, /bhe caught a familiar silhouette and turned his head.

Yunice walked inb, /barm in arm with Wyattb, /bcalm and collectedb, /btaking her bseat /bat the head of the room.

For a moment, bPaul /bdidn’t recognize herb. /b

bIt /bhad only been half a month, yet bYunice’s /bentire aura bhad /bchanged. She glowed. Her beyes /bradiated bcase /band controlb–/bso different from the ghostb–/blike girl she used to be in the Saunders household.

Paul couldn’t stop staring bat /bher, mind spinning.

How had he ever thought such ba /bYunice bwasn’t /bgood enough for him?

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