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.”

waiting for my response, he tugged

y wrist from

what he was up to, but I had urgent matters to attend to. I tried to pull away, attempting to free my his grip, and said with a frown, “Mr. Young, if there’s something you want to discuss, we can do it another day, I’m busy right

strong, though. With a slight effort, he almost lifted me off my feet, ignoring my

Maxwell, who was standing idly by with his arms crossed, and shouted, “Maxwell, are you just going to stand there?

The two men were of similar height. Maxwell looked at Idris and said, ”

gaze swept over him, and he growled,

this, Maxwell turned to me, a helpless expression on his face, and suggested, “Ms. Scott, he seems a

a waste of a

a disdainful look, my mood souring. “Are you even listening to yourself? If he were a human trafficker, would you

good–looking, so the chances of him being a human trafficker are slim. Besides, I asked you earlier. He’s your man. I’ve never been in a situation where two men are vying for one woman, so I’m not very adept at handling

was momentarily at a loss

Maxwell, his brow furrowed. “I didn’t expect Wall Street’s investment prodigy to stoop to working

really that famous? You know me. That’s fantastic.” After saying this, he glanced at me, took a step

What?

with people

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