The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739 The Desperate Escape

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Wyatt had gone to the thirtieth floor with hope–of course he had. But unlike Paul, Wyatt was no stranger to storms. Until the very last moment, how could he ever collapse in defeat?

Margaret’s smokescreen meant only two things: either she had really brought Yunice here, or she had never come at all and only scattered pearls to mislead them.

The second theory was useless. If it was the first, then even more likely–she hadn’t taken Yunice far. Carrying a drugged, wounded woman would make her a clumsy target.

So Wyatt had Jordan use thermal scanners to sweep the building, checking for heat signatures in supposedly empty apartments.

It didn’t take long. The 29th floor lit up.

No residents. No water or power usage. But there was heat inside.

Moments earlier, when Margaret believed Wyatt had left defeated and had relaxed her guard, he had already been lying in wait outside.

Yunice’s sudden shout had pulled Margaret’s attention at the perfect instant. When Wyatt shattered the window, Margaret had no chance–she went from captor to cornered in an

instant.

“Margaret,” Yunice said evenly, “give yourself up.”

From outside came the sound of locks being forced. Margaret’s face shifted. The police.

Her voice broke as she looked at Yunice. “Paul… he really is gone?”

“Yes. He destroyed the Johnson siblings for fun, and the sister killed him for it.”

Margaret closed her eyes.

Wyatt shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Yunice, his fingers brushing her hair into place.

Yunice tugged the fabric close, inhaling the faint scent of laundry soap.

Wyatt never used scented detergent. The cloth wasn’t his style either.

She shot him a sidelong glance. Where had he gotten this?

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Chapter 739 The Desperate Escape

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Wyatt glanced once at Margaret, who lay motionless, then shielded Yunice with his body as they moved toward the door. “Let’s go.”

She nodded softly.

Margaret’s eyes followed them, full of venomous unwillingness.

Yunice’s brows drew tight. Something felt wrong.

“My bag,” she whispered quickly. “She took my bag, and inside there’s—”

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