Filed to story: The Daughter in the Shadows (Yunice) Book by Una Norris
Meanwhile, Kyla pointed at the three men and began cursing them without restraint, every word sharper than the last. “You two rotten old scumbags, and you – you worthless piece of trash. You bring your own filth and rot to the table, can’t control yourselves, and then try to dump the blame on my daughter? You even dare to lay a hand on her! What do you think this is – the Qing dynasty? You think marrying into your family makes my daughter your maid?”
Taylor stared at her mother in disbelief, as if she didn’t recognize her. She could curse like this?
Kyla wasn’t done. She continued, “Don’t think today’s matter is over. If you’re not finished, I’m even less finished! You laid a hand on my daughter today, then the Powell family and the Kendall family are finished. We’re pulling all our investment!”
“Pulling investment?” The old man’s brows lowered, using that same overbearing posture. “You’re just a woman. You don’t have the authority to make that decision.”
Kyla laughed wildly. When Taylor married into the Powell family, she brought a hundred billion as a dowry. If the Kendall family pulled their investment, could the Powell family not panic?
But in the Powell family’s eyes, the real power in the Kendall family was held by Mr. Kendall. Kyla, as a mere housewife, wasn’t seen as having any say over the group’s investments.
They were dead wrong.
Kyla said, “Before I had my daughter, I was the head of Kendall Group. I hold the majority shares. Even the shareholders’ meetings had to get my approval. Tell me – do I have the authority to pull the investment?”
She had played the gentle wife and loving mother role for over twenty years – had they really forgotten she had once been a queen of the business world?
If she wanted to pull out the investment, she didn’t even need her husband’s permission!
“And moreover-you think pulling the investment is the end? When my husband gets back, you’ll see what real consequences look like!” Kyla’s words rang out powerfully.
The daughter she had raised with such care and love was not someone for the Powell family to bully!
Under the Powell family’s stunned stares, Kyla protected Taylor and strode out proudly.
As she passed Paul, Taylor gave him a cold snort: Who’s the winner now?
Paul’s face turned dark, his gaze shifting from Taylor to Yunice.
Earlier, Yunice had been doing her best to blend into the background. Now, as she followed behind the Kendall family, ready to leave too, Paul suddenly reached out to block her.
“You’re not allowed to leave,” Paul said.
Yunice lifted her gaze and met his eyes.
Paul said coldly, “Who gave you permission to meddle in the Powell family’s affairs?”
The Kendall family could leave – but Yunice couldn’t!
Taylor and Kyla hadn’t gone far yet. Taylor turned around, her steps halting, and stared warningly at Paul.
Kyla also turned back and looked at Yunice. She said, “Young lady, come with us.”
But it was no use. Paul, seeing that things were already torn apart anyway, ignored Kyla’s words.
He refused to let Yunice go. “Mind your own Kendall family business. Powell family matters are none of your concern!”
Kyla’s face darkened. But Paul wasn’t wrong – they were on his territory now, and she and Taylor were just two women. If they tried to force Yunice away, they would be at a disadvantage.
But neither of them left. They stood there guarding Yunice.
Facing Paul’s attempt to block her, Yunice swung her hand and knocked his hand away.
But she hadn’t expected Paul to vent all his anger on her. He grabbed Yunice’s hand, twisted it behind her back, and forced her down.
Yunice let out a muffled grunt. At that moment, Jensen suddenly saw something and cried out in shock, “Paul, let go of her!”
But it was too late. There was a sharp whistle through the air, and Paul, stunned, lifted his head-
With a loud crack, Paul was knocked backward two steps.
For a moment, his mind went blank. He didn’t even feel pain-just a numbness spreading across his head and face, followed by a warm sensation.
Barely managing to steady himself, he reached up to touch his face and saw blood on his hand.
The old man stared at Paul in shock. A long, thin slash stretched across Paul’s face nearly to the bone!
Looking toward the door, the old man saw Wyatt standing there, whip in hand. His lungs almost exploded from rage. “You unfilial brat! What are you trying to do to the Powell family’s only heir!”
Yunice turned and saw Wyatt standing at the door like a guardian god. She immediately gathered her strength and slapped Paul hard across his uninjured cheek.
“That’s for bullying me.”
After slapping him, Yunice slipped away like a slippery fish, quickly hiding behind Wyatt, leaving Paul fuming with rage.
Kyla and Taylor exchanged glances; they nearly burst out laughing. This Yunice, who looked so well-behaved, clearly had her own cunning side. When it came to taking advantage of power, she played it beautifully.
With Wyatt holding the whip, none of the Powell family members dared to make a sound. Whoever dared move would get a beating.
It wasn’t until Wyatt, holding Yunice’s hand like it was nothing, arrogantly led her out that noise finally returned to the room-Jensen’s furious voice.
He kicked over a stool. “Fucking pathetic!”
The old man gave him a heavy look. “Who were you cursing at?”
Jensen instantly shrank back, standing stiffly without daring to lift his head. But the anger festering in his chest only deepened because he couldn’t even vent it.
The old man’s face was dark as he plotted how to salvage the situation. Finally, he said, “Paul, you need to go to the Kendall family and apologize immediately. Let them hit you or curse you if they want. Whatever it takes, you must coax Taylor back.”
Paul was stunned. “Grandfather, they beat me up like this, and you still want me to bow and scrape to them?”
The old man said coldly, “It’s time you learned to swallow your pride. You’ve never learned from how Wyatt used to bide his time in the Powell family.”
Paul hated being compared to Wyatt the most. He sneered, “The Kendall family’s glory days are numbered. Kyla hasn’t touched business in over twenty years. She can’t make any waves.”
Paul looked at the old man, his voice low. “A married daughter belongs to her husband’s family. Taylor-and the entire Kendall family-will eventually belong to the Powell family.”
The old man’s gaze deepened. What did he mean by that?
But then he seemed to understand, and he didn’t stop Paul. Instead, he even smirked slightly, thinking that at long last, the Powell family had produced someone more ruthless than Jensen.
Outside the hospital, Taylor turned to Yunice and said, “Thank you for helping me today-and last time too. I owe you two favors. If you ever need anything, you can ask me.”
Then she glanced at Wyatt and added, “But just so you know, our alliances haven’t changed.”
At least, not until she officially left the Powell family.
Yunice replied, “You don’t like Paul. I don’t like Paul. On that front, we’re aligned. As for other conflicts-I can’t make any promises.”
Taylor thought Yunice was refreshingly straightforward. She then got into the car with her mother and left.
Yunice turned around and found Wyatt staring at her.
Wyatt asked, “You don’t like Paul anymore? Weren’t you the one who liked him most?”
Seeing his puzzled expression, Yunice was even more confused. “He broke off the engagement and cheated on me. What do you take me for? Some pathetic idiot who would still like him?”
Wyatt was stunned. He hadn’t expected Yunice to admit it so bluntly.
But he fell silent, lost in some thought.
Yunice didn’t press him. She lifted her skirt and stepped down the stairs, getting into the car.