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?”

seem ungracious. Fine, with you on board, it’s just a matter of a month. Ms. Scott, we hope

Jack voiced his opinion, the other shareholders chimed in

room. I stayed silent, gathering my materials

up at him, a cold smirk on

creasing his brow, “Yvette, aren’t

met his gaze with a frosty stare, my words dripping with sarcasm. “Say what? Did I ask for your help? Don’t tell me you think your

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

armor?”

brow furrowed, a flicker of

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 month. So, Idris, don’t expect any gratitude from

at me,

but with my father’s situation, I had pushed it to the back of my mind. Hearing him mention it, I took a

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

myself for what

the best. If

with

I was left wondering, what was to do with