Facade of Love

Chapter 44 I owe her my life.

Ignoring my protests, Idris strode out of the conference room. I had too much on my plate to chase after him. After delegating some tasks to Uncle Marcus, I gathered my things to head to the old mansion

Outside the company, true to his word, Idris was waiting. Dressed in black, he stood next to his McLaren of the same hue. His handsome, aristocratic demeanor was impossible to ignore, drawing the eyes of passersby,

Everyone appreciated beauty, and a good–looking person inevitably attracted extra glances from passers–by, regardless of gender.

Not wanting to be the center of attention, I shot him a glance and headed towards my car.

Beep beep… Idris honked his hom, drawing even more attention. Then he called out, “Yvette, let me drive you.”

His voice was not loud, but the employees of Scott Corporation and the passers–by could hear him. After all, he had honked his horn, making it hard for people not to notice.

I looked at him, l*ps pursed. How had I never noticed before just how shameless this man could be?

If I were to strut out of here right now, it would take less than two hours for the gossip about Ms. Scott of Scott Corporation and the Young heir having a spat to spread like wildfire throughout the company.

a big deal, but she did not want her personal business to

Idris drive me, I found myself climbing into his car. The McLaren

envious stares from passersby, which I

his handsome eyebrows arching in surprise. “I

pressed my l*ps together, not in the mood to engage with him.

furrowed, a hint of displeasure in his eyes. As we waited at a red light, his strong fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel.

say, Mr. Young. What, are you

she’s just a pregnant woman. If you hurt her, it would upset my grandmother. Besides, you’re carrying my child. I want you

what makes you so sure I’d still want

stop as he slammed on the brakes. He turned to me, his face showing a rare moment of panic. “What

You’re hardly short of children, Mr. Young. And

on my wrist, his

to vent, take it out on me. The child

about having someone else in your heart, we wouldn’t be here. You wanted to enjoy the love of many, but did you ever consider how I felt? You hurt me, and

owe her my life,” he said in a low voice. With