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.

deal, but she did not want her personal business to be

me, I found myself climbing into his car. The McLaren that was worth a fortune roared. to life with a

from passersby, which I found uncomfortable, so

at me, his handsome eyebrows arching in surprise. “I

in the mood to engage with

brow furrowed, a hint of displeasure in his eyes. As we waited at a red light, his strong fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry about what happened to your father,”

What, are you afraid I’ll take out my anger on Moore and hurt your precious

was low and controlled as he replied, “Yvette, she’s just a pregnant woman. If you hurt her, it would upset my grandmother. Besides, you’re carrying my child. I want you to

makes you so

as he slammed on the brakes. He turned to me, his face showing a rare

I’m going to do?” I asked, ” You’re hardly short of children, Mr. Young.

dare!” Idris’s grip tightened on my wrist, his dark

it out on me. The child

here. You wanted to enjoy the love of many, but did you ever consider how I felt? You hurt me, and that was bad enough,

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