Facade of Love

Chapter 58 He’s worried I’ll fret over you

The colossal Scott Corporation was on the brink of disaster. If the funds dried up, all operations would grind to a halt, leaving the corporation in a vulnerable position.

With this in mind, I turned to Maxwell “The Scott Corporation, as it stands, may be beyond saving. You…

When will my appointment be announced?” Maxwell interrupted, his dark eyes coolly fixed on me. He was handsome, and his gaze always seemed to carry a hint of disdain.

His words caught me off guard, and I blurted out, “You’re choosing to stay?”

He frowned, clearly annoyed. “What? You drag me in to help you, and now you’re ready to toss me aside? Yvette, you’re treating me like a disposable rag, aren’t you?”

I quickly shook my head. “Of course not. Fine, I’ll have my uncle announce your appointment as CEO of Scott Corporation immediately.”

I had initially misunderstood Maxwell’s situation. I had assumed that the shareholders would object to his presidency without a clear understanding of where the three million dollars had gone.

After hearing Idris’s high praise of him, though, I did some digging into Maxwell’s background. It turned out he was a bona fide genius, a standout even among the brilliant minds of Wall Street. His joining Scott Corporation was something the old shareholders would welcome with open arms.

Maxwell finally seemed satisfied with my words. He glanced past me at Idris, who was stepping out of the car behind me, and said with a slight frown, “Your man is quite handsome. I rather like him.”

I was left speechless.

urge to roll my eyes, my gaze drifting towards him.

my gaze, he clicked his tongue, instinctively shielding

knocked my forehead. “Clear your head of all that nonsense. I’m into

and I could not help but rub my forehead. I retorted, “If you’re so straight, why do you keep praising a man’s

disdain, speechless. “You’re supposed to be educated, Miss Scott. Are you so close–minded? Women can appreciate other women’s beauty, but men can’t do the same?

argue. Seeing Idris approaching us, I turned to Maxwell. “If you’re so into good looks, just look

don’t need you to tell me that. I know I’m

a laugh. “Yes,

Idris standing behind me, he turned to him. “Mr. Young, we meet again.” Idris looked at him, his l*ps slightly pursed, and he responded with a nonchalant hum. Then he turned to me. “In Greek mythology, the narcissistic god Narcissus ended up dying

however, wore a look of displeasure. “Mr. Young, we don’t

a glance. “Now that you’re part of Scott Corporation,

me again. “I’ll come to pick you up later. Don’t

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leave, I was utterly