Filed to story: The Daughter in the Shadows (Yunice) Book by Una Norris
The boss touched his nose and didn’t dare to bring it up again.
If Yunice had turned around at that moment, she would have recognized the boss from Elsie’s party the previous day. He valued his cooperation with the Cooper family, and if this deal went through, his resume would look fantastic! He wanted to get rid of Yunice because he feared she might cause trouble in the future. Luckily, she was just a surveyor, so it didn’t matter much.
Paul stayed in Elsie’s room, holding a game controller and playing games day and night. Elsie saw his dark eyes and stubbled chin, so she tearfully persuaded him, “Paul, why don’t you just apologize and go home? Your grandfather and father definitely won’t make things difficult for you.”
Paul said nothing, pressing the controller harder. Elsie could only step back and say, “Why don’t you call Taylor and have her help you out? She’s your wife; she won’t just watch you suffer.”
Paul coldly replied, “You’re asking me to ask a woman for help? Are you kidding me?” Besides, Taylor looked down on him the most.
After a while, Paul suddenly looked at the crying Elsie. “Are you short on money?”
When he asked, Elsie became even more aggrieved and cried, telling him how Yunice scammed her money, how many IOUs she had written, and how Oscar constantly chased her for the five million. “Oscar, who lent me five million, keeps pressing me for repayment. He even said that if I don’t pay, I have to sleep with him. One night equals 200 bucks.”
With a loud smack, Paul threw the controller to the floor. “What kind of scum dares to bully my woman!”
Elsie looked at him excitedly, thinking he was finally going to stand up, but instead, he took off his watch. Paul threw the watch into Elsie’s arms. “Sell it. It should be enough to pay off your debts.”
Elsie stared at him in shock. “This watch is your favorite…” Suddenly, she had a bad feeling. “Paul, you’re not planning to never go back to the Powell family, are you?”
Paul coldly said, “What? You’re afraid I can’t support you if I’m not the heir of the Powell family?” Elsie quickly apologized, saying she wasn’t worried about that. Seeing his mood worsen, Elsie… the screen had been killed, but he didn’t even look at it.
He looked at his own body. To buy a plane ticket back home, he had sold everything he could, and the watch was the only valuable thing he had left. But how long would the money last? He didn’t want to go back to the Powell family. He didn’t want to be forced back. And he didn’t want to face Jensen. If Wyatt, that crazy man, dared to treat Dad like that, there’s no guarantee he wouldn’t do the same to me.
“I don’t believe Wyatt can start from scratch, but I can’t!” Paul made up his mind and dialed a number.
At the racetrack, a mountain road had been enclosed, with watchtowers at intervals. At that moment, Wyatt sat in one of the watchtowers. He hadn’t slept at all, working nonstop from yesterday to today. Though he rested his forehead on his hand, his body was exhausted, but his mind wouldn’t shut down.
Jordan climbed up the stairs. “Wyatt, I don’t know which fool it was, but Paul was about to make a deal, only to be intercepted.”
Wyatt glanced at him impatiently, and Jordan took a step back. “Woohoo!” A cheering whistle came from below the watchtower. Wyatt turned his head to look. Below, a group of rich young heirs raced luxury cars around the track.
Men and women dressed flamboyantly, some standing and some sitting in the sports cars. The most eye-catching was the front car, the newest limited-edition sports car, of which only one existed in the world. In the convertible driver’s seat, a red-haired man with red funky sunglasses slapped the steering wheel, shouting loudly.
“Whew, nice!” Morgan slammed on the brakes, and his body lurched forward from the inertia, but the seatbelt bounced him back. He held the steering wheel with one hand while the woman in the passenger seat screamed and kissed him on the cheek.
Jordan frowned as he looked at the spoiled rich kids, thinking this car could only be driven in the afternoon, or it would end in an accident. Just as Jordan was about to look away, his sharp eyes caught a slender figure outside the car group. He didn’t see clearly but felt it looked familiar. His sharp instincts led him to pick up binoculars and look-a woman in a thin windbreaker walked against the wind, her long curly hair flying behind her, occasionally lifting up to cover her eyes.
Yunice was on the phone, but her voice, once transmitted through the receiver, turned into a middle-aged man’s voice.
“Mr. Paul, ten million was just pocket change to you. Is this really worth hesitating over? If your concern is not trusting my family, then don’t waste our time; there are plenty of people in line behind us.”
Paul responded. “It isn’t about the money.”
Yunice sneered. “I think you should stick to being the heir of the Powell family. You had more money than you could ever spend, so don’t fight over opportunities meant for ordinary people.”
After saying that, Yunice decisively hung up the phone. She used a virtual number, so Paul couldn’t trace her. Yunice knew he was desperate for money and scrambling to find ways to make some, so she gave him an opportunity on a silver platter.
However, Paul hinted that another company was also vying for him, trying to make himself seem in demand. But Yunice didn’t care which company it was because she knew Paul, and she was confident he would choose her. She put her phone away, her gaze steady, looking ahead.
The sound of engines roaring through the wind filled the air as several sports cars drifted around in pursuit, their bodies barely visible through the thick dust. The smiles of both men and women blended together in a way that made Yunice furrow her brow in annoyance. She simply wanted to stay as far away from these troublesome people as possible. But despite her irritation, Yunice kept walking forward.
Wyatt took the binoculars from Jordan’s hand with a cold expression. Sure enough, he saw Yunice walking along the racetrack. He muttered, “Ridiculous.”
Jordan, sensing Wyatt’s frustration, quickly said, “I’ll go down and bring her up.”
At that moment, Wyatt noticed a few sports cars slowing down, with Morgan leading the pack, followed by a long convoy of cars. Morgan’s car slowly moved up beside Yunice, and he apparently failed to recognize her due to the dust. He looked her over, trying to get a better look.
“Crazy girl?” Morgan said, his expression filled with distaste, while the young woman in the passenger seat pouted and eyed Yunice with a competitive glance. Morgan was making laps around the track and vaguely spotted a shapely figure through the dust, which was why he came over to talk to her. But once he saw that it was Yunice, he felt annoyed.
“I was wondering who the ugly fool was who dared to take up my track. Turns out it’s you, crazy girl,” Morgan said sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you be at home warming that guy’s bed? Why are you…”
Yunice turned to face him. Standing still by his sports car, her expression was calm as she stared at him. Morgan, unsure of her intentions, felt uneasy under her gaze. For a brief moment, he even mentally checked the bad things he’d done to her recently.
The ring that Paul wore was given to him by Morgan. He heard that Paul caused a scene at Wyatt’s wedding, and many people saw Yunice’s wedding dress zipper with Paul’s ring hanging from it. Morgan hoped to get rid of the woman he was dissatisfied with, but nothing happened. Wyatt’s indulgence toward her reached a level he couldn’t understand.
When his schemes didn’t succeed, he acted like they didn’t happen, and quickly forgot about them. But now, with Yunice staring at him, he felt a little guilty, wondering if he had been exposed. Still, he convinced himself that Yunice couldn’t be that clever.
He scoffed, thinking he was overthinking it. Yunice is just a little crazy, and it was normal for lunatics to show such confusing expressions. He shifted the gear of his car, preparing to leave Yunice behind. Although he found Yunice unpleasant, he hadn’t forgotten the last time when he humiliated her just a little, and Wyatt kicked him so hard that he couldn’t get out of bed for days. He didn’t dare to provoke her again.
With one push on the accelerator, Morgan’s car kicked up a cloud of dust, throwing it all over Yunice. Yunice raised her hand to block it, her cold gaze fixed on the rear of Morgan’s speeding car. When the dust finally settled, Yunice surveyed her surroundings and looked up at the nearby watchtower.
Wyatt clearly stood in the tower, watching her, but with her eyesight, it was obvious she couldn’t see that far. She quickly turned her gaze elsewhere.
Jordan, standing next to Wyatt, asked in confusion, “Why is she here… Is she trying to find you? But how does she know you’re here? Did she put a tracker on our car?”
Wyatt didn’t reply. He was about to go down to find Yunice himself, but stopped when he noticed her movements. He wanted to see what Yunice was up to. His instincts told him that Yunice wasn’t as honest as she seemed.
Morgan was making laps around the track, one of the drifting car’s tires skimming along the edge of the cliff, accompanied by the sharp sound of tires, and some crushed stones tumbled down the slope.
The woman in the passenger seat screamed in terror. Initially, she found it exciting, but as Morgan’s driving grew increasingly reckless, she could no longer cope physically or mentally. She was thrown around, vomited, and soon fainted.
Morgan looked at the vomit in his car with disdain just as his phone rang. It was Mary. She urged him to come home, threatening that if he didn’t return soon and Wyatt found him, she wouldn’t help. The more she spoke, the more rebellious Morgan felt. He didn’t believe Wyatt would dare to hit him.
Throwing his phone down the cliff, Morgan slammed the gas pedal, speeding back onto flat ground. He immediately spotted Yunice lingering at the racetrack, unsure if she was waiting for or searching for someone. He opened the car door and kicked the terrified woman out of the passenger seat, then stepped out with a swagger.
Immediately, some staff rushed up, lifted the woman onto a stretcher, and quickly cleaned Morgan’s car. Morgan enjoyed seeking thrills and showing off, so he always had female companions in the passenger seat. But every female companion ended up like this because very few could actually risk their lives for him, and no one dared to go to such extremes. They had seen it all before, so they were skilled at handling such situations.
Yunice was disturbed by their actions, and her gaze followed them. She watched as the woman, covered in vomit, was lifted onto the stretcher, with a heart pacemaker trying to revive her heartbeat. No one cared whether she would survive or wake up. They treated her like an object, stuffing a thick stack of money-probably around 27 thousand dollars-into her clothes.
Yunice guessed that Morgan must have used money to entice these women to accompany him in risky behavior. What do rich people understand about the difficulty of earning a penny? In his eyes, these gold-digging women were just objects-if they died, so be it.
Her medical background compelled Yunice to walk closer. Yunice had heard that Morgan was a reckless man, often violent, and had even killed a woman before. He had even been involved in lawsuits. But now, he was fine-clearly, Wyatt must have used his influence to cover up his past. Why does Wyatt have to help someone like him?
Just as Yunice was only a few steps away from the woman whose fate was unknown, a shadow suddenly fell over her head.
Jordan’s expression changed as well. He feared that Morgan might forget his previous lesson and act recklessly again.
Yunice looked up, meeting Morgan’s sinister gaze. Morgan stood with his hands on his hips, his racing suit wrinkled. He turned to give Yunice another glance, seemingly making a decision.
Yunice took the initiative and said, “What are you up to again?”
Morgan scoffed.
Yunice continued, “Before you do something bad, think carefully if you can bear Wyatt’s wrath.”
Morgan stopped laughing, his expression cold as he stared at Yunice, looking as if he could devour her.
From the watchtower, Wyatt came down quickly, ordering Jordan to call Morgan. When the call went through, they discovered Morgan had ignored it; he had already thrown his phone down the cliff.
On the racetrack, Yunice was forcibly pressed into the passenger seat of Morgan’s car. As soon as she hadn’t managed to escape, Morgan jumped in, starting the engine. The wind howled around them as the car raced, the strong wind making it hard to breathe.
What kind of idiot uses a convertible for a race? Yunice’s hair flew wildly in the wind as she struggled to breathe, holding tightly onto her seatbelt.
Morgan drove up the mountain road, laughing maniacally as he said, “I’m curious, does a person know how to be afraid? Will a crazy person piss themselves like that useless woman? Hahaha!”
Laughing wildly, he slammed down on the accelerator, pushing the speedometer to its limit.
Wyatt quickly walked down the mountain, his eyes scanning the road ahead. He saw Morgan’s car making a sharp turn and driving up the back of the mountain.
Morgan’s friends saw Wyatt and instantly became terrified. “Mr.-Mr. Cooper…this has nothing to do with us; it’s Mr. Morgan who dragged us here…”
Wyatt’s sharp gaze swept across the crowd, but he didn’t see Yunice. He had only been off the tower for two minutes, and there was no way Yunice could have left so quickly. His gaze returned to the mountain road. The next second, he opened a car door and jumped in.