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?”

exchange of glances, Jack finally spoke. “Mr. Young, you’ve made your point. If we still refuse, we’d seem ungracious. Fine,

voiced his opinion, the other

the conference room. I stayed silent, gathering my materials to leave,

up at him, a cold smirk on my face. “Something on your mind, Mr.

back at me, a hint of helplessness creasing his brow, “Yvette, aren’t you

“Say what? Did I ask for your help? Don’t

a cold whisper. “Did you really think you

armor?”

furrowed, a flicker of anger in his

need 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

his l*ps together, not arguing, just looking at me, “Grandmother

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

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

thought, I braced myself for

inevitable and perhaps for the best. If Madam Young

with

of relief washed over me. Yet, I was left wondering, what was