Facade of Love

Chapter 98 You Don’t Plan to Divorce Idris Anymore?

Charles did not exchange words with the girl but looked at Idris, saying, “Mr. Young, Madam Young is already urging us to be quick.”

Idris nodded, shifting his gaze from me to the young girl. “Zoe, thank you for your help today. Leave the other dresses here as well.”

Zoe nodded, smiling. “Sure. As long as Yvette likes my designs, I’ll keep sending them.”

I smiled at Zoe. “It’s been a long time since we last met. Your design skills have grown a lot. It seems I’ll have to start lining up to wear your designs soon.”

She grinned, her eyes curving like crescent moons. “If you like my designs, you don’t need to line up, Yvette. I’ll always put you first!”

Her words elicited laughter from everyone, and Charles once again urged us to move toward where Madam Young was.

We all walked and chatted along the way.

Zoe was Charles‘ sister and had always loved designing. The Zachary family elders supported her and even opened a studio for her. In the past two years, she had worked hard and achieved some success, with fashion shows and international brands giving her offers left and right.

We rarely saw each other on regular days, but it was a rare occasion today. The lively young girl chattered non–stop along the way.

from Lake City, both officials and businessmen, all attending. Madam Young loved watching operas, so a stage was set up

congratulate Madam Young one after another. She delightedly asked several of Idris‘ uncles to take good care of

approached Madam Young, she looked at Idris with a kind yet somewhat helpless expression. “There are so many guests today. My dear boy, why didn’t you help

smiled reassuringly. “Some last minute work the company delayed me. Grandma, please

blame

say much more

loved lively events, and the Youngs, not lacking in money, had hired famous chefs to cook at the Old Manor. The

opera performers were well–known, their melodies graceful and melodious, enchanting those who loved

consideration for the younger guests too. Besides opera, there were other performances on stage, probably invited by the Youngs‘ third uncle —

meal, it was customary to toast the guests as a sign of respect and

his drink.

situation, I naturally did not have to drink.

and said to me, “Yvette, I’m a bit tired. Can you help me back in to get some rest?”

two aunties sitting beside her were stunned. They both looked at me,

to accompany her when leaving the table early. Why

then stood up to help Madam Young leave the