The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 755

Chapter 755 The Price of Belief

Yunice hadn’t noticed Wyatt’s return.

+5 Free Coins

The moment he reappeared, he caught sight of his wife chatting animatedly with a man he didn’t recognize–a man who looked cultured, refined, and far too comfortable talking with

her.

Mr. Wyatt’s internal alarms blared to life, every nerve on high alert.

He moved in silently, looming behind Sauron like a dark guardian, his presence oppressive, eyes sharp as blades.

Sauron was mid–thought, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. “…That tension between life’s fragility and art’s eternity was captured so vividly in your design—”

“Fragile things don’t usually hold up well,” Wyatt cut in abruptly, his voice stiff. Snatching a glass of juice from a passing waiter, he shoved it into Yunice’s hand. “Ms. Saunders, have something to soothe your throat.”

His gaze flicked to Sauron, cold and deliberate.

Yunice: “…”

She took the glass, shooting Wyatt a warning glare.

Sauron hesitated, then gave a genial smile, picking up his thread. “Especially that light installation in the third section-”

“That was my idea,” Wyatt interjected again, lips curving in a humorless smile as he met Sauron’s gaze. “Do you want to discuss it with me?”

Yunice kicked him under the table.

This time, Sauron clearly felt the weight of Wyatt’s sour hostility. He paused, pushed up his glasses, and glanced between Yunice’s embarrassed expression and Wyatt’s blatantly possessive stance. Realization dawned.

He chuckled, retreating gracefully. “It seems Mr. Wyatt has some family matters to discuss with Ms. Saunders. I won’t intrude.

Ms. Saunders, I look forward to continuing this conversation another time,”

He nodded politely to Yunice, then tossed Wyatt a knowing look that said, I get it, before

1/3

10:38 Sat, Sep 20

Chapter 755 The Price of Belief

slipping away with a stifled laugh.

:

Wyatt grunted, somewhat appeased by the man’s tact.

(78)

+5 Free Coins

Once Sauron was gone, Yunice exhaled sharply and pinched Wyatt’s arm. “Wyatt! Can’t you behave with a little more composure?”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “I’m not composed?”

If he hadn’t been, he would’ve done far worse than glare.

Just then, a loud pop! echoed through the hall.

After all these years… still breathtaking.

10:38 Sat, Sep 20

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify