The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 747

Chapter 747 A Call Interrupted

Chapter 747 A Call Interrupted

A thick stack of documents hit the desk with a heavy thud.

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Yunice exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers against her temples before sinking into her chair.

In the five years since its founding, Saunderss Hospital had expanded beyond what its aging campus could hold. Patient numbers grew by the day, and space was no longer enough.

A year ago she’d begun planning for expansion. Wyatt had secured the permits, and the project had gone to bid.

Naturally, Wyatt insisted on keeping it “in the family,” throwing the full weight of Cooper Corp behind the tender and winning the contract outright.

Thanks to that bid, he now found excuses to call her ten times a day under the guise of “coordination.” Maddening.

And right on cue–just as she finished one urgent matter and took a breath–her phone buzzed with his video call.

In a private room of a luxury restaurant, chandeliers glittered overhead.

Wyatt sat sharp in his tailored suit, a fresh contract waiting unsigned before him. He didn’t glance at it.

“Your daughter was furious today,” he confessed into the phone. “Said her mom only cares about work. I tried for two hours to calm her down and failed.”

On the other end, Yunice drew a heavy breath. “Wyatt. Since lunch, I’ve only been gone hours. Is Mindy really that clingy–or is Mr. Wyatt the clingy one?”

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“Fine. It’s me. I missed you,” he said, lips quirking, ignoring the three department managers standing by with papers in hand.

Yunice, unaware of his audience, signed her own stack of documents. “Every time you claim it’s about Mindy, but the camera always points at you.”

“Mindy’s with Jordan in class,” Wyatt admitted. “She’ll want you the moment she’s out.”

Yunice frowned, checking the time. “I’ve got surgery this afternoon. I probably can’t take her

call.”

“I’ll-” Wyatt began, only to be cut off by a syrupy voice.

“Mr. Wyatt, what a surprise to meet you here.”

Wanda stood at his table in a clinging red dress, perfume so heavy it could choke a horse. A representative from Lindt Corp, she’d been orchestrating “coincidences” for weeks, angling for

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