apter 318 A Slap That Shattered More Than Pride
Oscar watched as Paul handed out generosity to Elsie, and he couldn’t help but think of Yunice.
Yunice had followed Paul around since they were kids–eighteen years of loyalty, of putting up with him taking advantage of her, of swallowing bitterness.
And what had she ended up with?
A ruined reputation, years of suppressed emotions, being discarded, and total neglect after he broke off the engagement.
What had Paul ever done for her?
And now, he was standing right in front of her, giving compensation to the mistress who replaced her.
Oscar imagined if it were him, and he nearly couldn’t stop himself from walking up and choking Paul to death.
How was it that someone like this still hadn’t been struck down?
By this point, Paul had already had someone print out the agreement.
Tears still clinging to her lashes, Elsie smugly glanced at Yunice–as if silently laughing at how useless she was.
So what if she was indignant?
Paul still doted on her, still indulged her, still gave her everything.
If not for the audience, she would’ve leaned over and whispered in Yunice’s ear. You’re just a cheap castoff. No one ever loved you.
Elsie looked at Paul with satisfaction, just as he was about to sign.
That was when a voice cut through the crowd.
“Paul!”
Taylor’s voice rang out, clear and sharp.
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She strode through the people without hesitation, her regal, dominant presence parting the crowd instinctively.
When she reached Paul’s side, she grabbed the unsigned contract right out of his hand. She glanced at it briefly, then her cold eyes fixed on Elsie and Owen.
“I was wondering what kind of shameless woman the Saunders family could raise,” she said, biting each word with venom. “Turns out shamelessness is just part of your family’s tradition, huh?”
Yunice replied calmly, “Ms. Taylor, maybe check the facts before you speak. We came here to make a clean break with Mr. Paul. We intended to return the gifts and end things. It was Mr. Paul who insisted on making a voluntary offering to Ms. Elsie out of a sense of guilt. How is that shameless on our part?”
Owen glanced at Yunice again. He was more confused than ever.
Was she helping Elsie or not?
One moment she was tearing into her, the next she was defending her.
Taylor let out a sharp laugh and held up the contract pages–over a dozen of them, just listing the assets.
“Six hundred million in three years. That’s your guilt? Quite the generous debt repayment, huh?”
Elsie’s face twitched with guilt.
Taylor waved the list with a cold smile, “And I bet that’s just the tip of the iceberg. What you spent over the past three years
“What, thought I forgot to hit you?”
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