Facade of Love

Chapter 46 Nothing More Than a Fake

Perfectly calculated selfishness. That’s what you would call Madam Young’s prize trait.

She had a knack for making sure she never lost in any situation. I wondered if she would explode with rage if she knew that Idris had used ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares as my collateral.

After

my

chat with her, I left. I never liked this old mansion to begin with, and now, that was especially the case.

I doubted I would ever return. I still had some belongings in my room in the side house, so I decided to take them with me today.

In the side house’s living room, the family doctor was checking on Moore’s baby’s heartbeat.

Hearing footsteps, Moore, hand on her belly, turned around with a smile. “Iddy, you’re here.”

is it you? Didn’t Madam Young ban you from the mansion? How dare you show your face

grown numb to her sharp words. The family

instructions.

Corporation, and you could stay by his side with dignity. Now, your reputation is in tatters, and the Scott Corporation you relied on is on the brink of

her, so I ignored her and went straight upstairs to gather my belongings and leave. Moore was the kind of person who loved to take advantage of people and then feign Innocence. Seeing my silence, she seemed to gain energy, trailing me upstairs and continuing her incessant chatter. I

full of provocation as she taunted, “Yvette, weren’t you always so eloquent?

Corporation is just an empty shell, and the Youngs have discarded you. You’re no different from a stray dog now. I warned you,

my l*ps pressed together as I looked at her,

Idris was inevitable, but I had just learned about Scott Corporation. She had never set foot

my question, she paused and then scoffed. “Yvette, don’t forget,

at her, my voice cold and angry. “A Scott daughter? You think you’re worthy? Moore, Dad didn’t

but only for a moment, then she glared back at me. “So what? Yvette, what can you do to me?” Indeed, I could not do anything

the bedroom, I squinted, placing my hand on Moore’s shoulder, pressing where she’d been shot. “True, I can’t do anything to you,” I began, “but Moore, you’re pretending to be Idris’s savior under a false identity.

out of control. She knocked my hand away, pushing me back, her face a mask of wariness. “Yvette, what are you trying

smile, glancing at the man outside the door. “You know exactly what I’m implying, Moore. I’m well aware of your capabilities. Given your nature, you wouldn’t risk your life to save a stranger, let alone go through the