Facade of Love

Chapter 112 Looking for Someone

“Just sit and wait here,” Liam suggested, sliding a cup of tea my way.

I was freaking out on the inside, but 1 knew frealding out would not help, so I plopped down beside him and took a tentative sip of the tea.

I had not even swallowed when Noah’s gruff voice boomed from outside. “Is Mr. Young here yet? Get our finest tea ready for Mr. Young, pronto!”

He was already striding in as he called out.

These seasoned players from the corridors of power always know how to make an entrance.

The moment he stepped in, he was all smiles, hustling over to Liam with his hand outstretched. “Mr Young, you should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve rolled out the red carpet for you!”

Liam gave a small, knowing smile and shook his hand lightly “Just got a bit bored at home, so 1 thought I’d drop by for some fun and maybe ask for a little favor.”

Noah perked up immediately. “Anything you want, just name it. I’ll make sure you have a blast. But a favor? That sounds serious. What could you possibly need from me, Mr. Young?”

“A friend of my sister’s went missing around here recently. I need you to get some people on

narrowing. He had noticed me the moment he walked in, but this guy was clever–he kept

Liam mentioned my name, the guy finally looked at me properly. His eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t this a familiar face? You

not in the mood for small talk. “Yvette. Nice to

face froze for a second, and then he blurted out, “Oh, it’s you! Moore’s little sister, right? I knew I recognized you. I’ve been overseas for the last couple of years and just

bit my l*p. He was playing dumb, as usual, pretending he

Scotts

I managed to say,

to visit them soon. Send them

forced a smile, but inside, I was cringing at

all friends here, Mr. Lanier, maybe you can help

to me. “So, little sis, you mentioned a friend of yours got lost

not many people come by, and those who do come in through the front door. What’s their name? I’ll have someone look into it. If they’ve been hanging out and lost

was a pro at playing

said flatly, pulling out my

grinned. “Journalists don’t usually show up around here, and I don’t recognize the name. Hang on while I