The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650 The Face That Wasn’t Hers

Chapter 650 The Face That Wasn’t Hers

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Having a child was easy. If Wyatt wanted, there were countless ways–countless methods–he could have a child with Yunice without her ever knowing.

There was a time when he had thought that way, back when he forced her to stay by his side. He had been that crazy.

But now… he didn’t dare.

Yunice was far more independent and resolute than he had imagined. He knew that if he acted recklessly, even the shared blood of a child wouldn’t keep her with him–she’d walk away without hesitation.

Once doubt took root, fear followed. He had become cautious, unable to take risks, terrified of the consequences.

Yunice’s defenses were like a fortress of steel–bulletproof, and every shot aimed right back at the heart.

So all he could do was take it slow. Wait for her to open the door herself.

Back at the school, Laurie had tried calling Yunice, but there was no answer.

The dorm room was empty.

Holding the recorder, she muttered, “Where’d she go?”

In the end, she asked one of Yunice’s dormmates to place the recorder by Yunice’s bed.

Laurie had her own opinions about what Yunice should do, but she knew Yunice was her own person. She had no right to influence her decision.

Now that everything Wyatt had to say was recorded, Yunice would have to decide for herself whether she wanted to move forward with him or not.

Watching Jennie disappear into the dorm building, Laurie snapped her fingers and said leisurely, “Love- struck fools always pay well. Just pass the goods along and the cash rolls in.”

She smirked and reached into the pocket of her lab coat–only to realize it was empty. Right. She was still at school.

Annoyed, she muttered, “When is this damn fieldwork gonna be over? I miss my lab…”

Laurie sat inside a shaky cargo truck

The interior was pitch dark. Her hands were bound, hidden among crates and packages.

Wyatt wanted to send her abroad, and there was no way he was going to let her cross the border through normal channels.

One: to keep domestic forces from finding her. Two: to make sure she couldn’t sneak back.

So no official transport. No trace. No evidence.

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Chapter 650 The Face That Wasn’t Hers

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The truck stopped at a dock. When the rear doors opened, a harsh beam of light pierced the darkness, and Nora squinted in the glare.

A bald man jumped down and shifted some boxes to form a narrow path.

Only then did Nora get a clear look at where they were: an illegal dock. Any ship that docked here had to be a private vessel.

The bald man walked up to her, gripping a knife in reverse.

Nora’s face twitched with apprehension, but she forced a cold, mocking smile. “Wyatt said he was letting me go. Are you trying to cover it up with murder?”

“Who sent you? Yunice?”

The man looked at her like she was insane. “Watch your mouth. I work for Wyatt. No one gives us orders except him.”

Disappointment flashed clearly in Nora’s eyes. “So it’s Wyatt who wants me dead.”

The light in her eyes flickered again and again before she tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes -like she was finally accepting her fate.

The man grabbed her hair from behind, and a sharp chill ran across the back of her neck. A slicing sound split the air.

Nora’s heart stopped cold. Her entire body broke out in sweat, and her eyes flew

No matter how tough she acted, the terror of death had pierced her completely.

open.

After a few seconds of dread, she realized something–there was no pain. No blood. No warmth soaking her skin.

Her stiff neck turned slowly toward the man.

He was holding a long lock of her hair.

Her waist–length black hair had been chopped clean–cut to just beneath her chin.

Nora stared at him in confusion.

There was no trace of murder in his face, just a flat expression. “Wyatt said, back then you did wrong because you were forced. For the part you played, he’ll leave things at even.”

“Once you’re out of the country, Paul’s leverage over you won’t matter anymore.”

“Wyatt also said, whatever you’re feeling, don’t blame Miss Yunice. None of this had anything to do with

her.”

“Today I cut your hair… so you can go back to being your real self. Stop living in Yunice’s shadow.”

He placed the severed hair beside her.

Nora stared blankly at thé strands she had spent years growing.

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