Facade of Love

Chapter 43 He Stepped in to Help Me

I knew my words alone would not sway them. I took a moment before adding, “Give me a month. If I can’t trace the money within that time, I’ll willingly relinquish all the shares of Scott Corporation held by my father, my mother, and myself. I’m ready to put this promise in writing. If I tuncover the truth after a month, you can enforce the contract right away.”

Upon hearing my words, the group exchanged glances, a silence hanging in the air. After a moment, Julian turned to me. “Ms Scott, heed my advice. If you relinquish these shares, your future will be fraught with difficulties. We’ve always been friends with your father, and we won’t make things harder for you tow. Let’s put the GleamGate Media issue to rest. We’ll initiate a wager agreement, while you retain a say in the decisions. What do you think?”

“What if I throw in ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares? Would you then agree to give my wife a month’s time?” The conference room door swing open, and Idris, clad in black, strode in

His sudden entrance left the shareholders momentarily stunned. Jack rose from his seat, extending a hand to Idris. “Mr. Young, a pleasure to meet you‘

Idris returned the handshake, then proposed, “Gentlemen, could you consider my offer?”

The room fell silent. Ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares was no small matter.

Jack, usually a man of few words, broke the silence. “Mr. Young, are you pulling our leg?”

Idris met his gaze, his words clear and precise. “I’m willing to put it in writing. If my wife can’t uncover the truth in a month,

you can hold me to the agreement. With a written contract, if I back out, you can take legal action, right?”

ungracious. Fine, with you on board, it’s just a matter of a month.

Jack voiced his opinion, the

shareholders left, only idris and I remained in the conference room. I stayed silent,

looked up at him, a cold smirk on

looked back at me, a hint of helplessness creasing his brow, “Yvette,

my words dripping with sarcasm. “Say what? Did I ask for your help? Don’t tell me you think your actions earlier were

closer to him, my voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Did you really think

armor?”

furrowed, a flicker of

to raise your voice, Mr. Young, I can hear you just fine.” I leaned against the conference table, my eyes meeting his, my voice cool and detached. “Even without your intervention today, I would have convinced the shareholders to give me a

pressed his l*ps together, not arguing, just looking at

situation, I had pushed it to the back of my mind. Hearing

Madam Young’s request for me to visit the old mansion probably meant she

thought, I braced myself

inevitable and perhaps for the best.

with

thoughts, a wave of relief washed over me. Yet, I was left wondering, what was to do