Facade of Love

Chapter 55 Is He Your Man?

Maxwell did not respond to my outburst. Instead, he glanced at me and said, “We have enough evidence to go to the police now. The only question is how much of the money Caleb took can be recovered.”

Without a second thought, I dialed the police and reported Caleb for embezzlement

The police were quick to respond, and as they set off, Maxwell and I left the café to head to GleamGate Media. As we stepped out, we ran into Idris, who was just leaving the Scott Corporation building. I hadn’t seen him since the day I left the hospital.

Between investigating GleamGate Media and contemplating how to approach him about the divorce, I had been avoiding him. He was preoccupied with Moore, just as Madam Young had predicted. He did not have much time for me. I was taken aback. I had not expected to run into him here

Seeing my sudden halt, Maxwell, standing nearby, naturally noticed Idris as well. He quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his handsome l*ps as he asked, “Is this your man?”

Maxwell’s choice of words was blunt and unpolished, something I had grown accustomed to.

Ignoring his comment, I said, “The police should be at GleamGate Media any minute now. Let’s go.”

with

that, I headed straight for the parking lot.

Before I had taken more than a few steps, Idris was already blocking my path. His dark eyes flicked over Maxwell, his expression unreadable, as he grabbed my wrist and commanded, “Come with me.”

my response, he tugged

y wrist from

my his grip, and said with a frown, “Mr. Young, if there’s something you want

almost lifted me off my feet, ignoring my protests and

his arms crossed, and shouted,

front of Idris. The two men were of similar height. Maxwell looked at Idris and said, ” Mr. Young, it seems Ms. Scott isn’t keen on going with

gaze swept over him, and he growled,

suggested, “Ms. Scott, he seems a bit intimidating. Maybe you should just go with him, and I’ll care of the GleamGate Media situation?”

a waste of a tall

listening to yourself? If he were a human trafficker, would

however, nonchalantly folded his arms and said, “He’s good–looking, so the chances of him being a human trafficker are slim. Besides, I asked you earlier.

at a loss for

furrowed. “I didn’t expect Wall

this, he glanced at me, took a step aside, and said, “You can take

What?

with people these

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