Facade of Love

Chapter 59 Clues

The elevator doors slid open, and I shot Maxwell a dismissive glance, saying without a hint of emotion, “You’re reading too much into it. He’s just worried I’ll obsess over you.” Any man would think twice before approaching a pregnant, married woman. Idris’s line of thinking was… immature.

Inside the office, Maxwell’s appointment was all set. The shareholders had no objections, and the entire company had been informed.

“I’ve scoured every customs record, but there’s no sign of Caleb and Benett. They probably haven’t had the chance to leave the country yet, and the police are on the lookout too,” Uncle Marcus finished, turning to me. “There’s something else about

Benett

I looked at my uncle, asking, “What is it?”

Uncle Marcus handed me a few photographs, explaining, “A while back, someone spotted Benett at the coffee shop downstairs with a woman. They seemed quite close. It’s likely his mistress.”

As I studied the photos, I was reminded of Sophia’s words. Benett had a mistress and even a child with her. It seemed Sophia’s words were not just idle chatter.

Scott Corporation was headed for trouble. Could it be that Sophia had known something all along? Maybe she was not just spouting

warn me.

have a child. Uncle Marcus, have someone monitor the customs. Look out for any information about a family of three, and keep an eye on Benett’s wife, Sophia. She’s probably still in the country, most likely

Marcus nodded, shared some updates about

me, his brows furrowed. “You probably know more about the state of Scott Corporation than I do. I’m not

Scott Corporation, besieged by troubles both

nodded, looking at him. “I’m grateful that you’re

arched an eyebrow, his expressive eyes studying me. “But don’t be so gloomy. If Scott Corporation really can’t hold up, you still have the Youngs, don’t you? If all else fails, I could always go back to Wall Street and make money

we had known each other for less

hits rock bottom, I can keep myself afloat by washing dishes. It’s you I’m worried

documents onto the table. “Enough of that,” he said, “Let’s stop beating around the bush and discuss our

operations, and you’ll focus on recovering the lost

in agreement. “Alright, I’ll leave the company

plush leather sofa in the office. “If you’re