Facade of Love

Chapter 142 Time Will Tell

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“You” Madam Young was so livid she You for words. Hier hand shook as she pointed at Moore, and it was quite a while before she managed to his, “In your dreams! Even if I’m gone, I‘ make sure you never get a foot into the door of the Youngs”

I was not one for snooping, but after catching just that bit of their spat, I could plece together the gist It looked like Moore had her sights set on becoming one of the Youngs, but Madam Young was not having it, and they were at a standoff

Considering Moore’s usual style, should she not be buttering up Madam Young initieed of going for to–toe with her, especially since she was not officially in the family yet?

The nerve of her, spouting off like that and potentially cutting off her own escape route

so

Could it be that Idris had her feeling so secure that she could not care less about Madami Young’s take on the matter?

“What’s got your attention?” Maxwell’s voice broke through my thoughts.

1 spun around to find Maxwell, a faint smile playing on his l*ps as he shook his head. I dodged his question with one of my own “Heading to the bathroom

“Nope,” he said, his eyes briefly scanning the room before settling back on me with a casual air. “Jast looking for you. Thought you might’ve taken a tumble into a pit or something.”

I rolled my eyes at him and sidestepped, making my way back to our table.

He trailed behind me, then hit me with a question out of the blue, “Aunt Deb mentioned they dug up some dirt on that mess from five years back, but there’s not enough to pin anything on Moore. I’ve been swamped and didn’t get the full scoop. Knowing who’s behind your troubles and not being able to touch them. How’s that sitting with you?”

“It’s not like I’ve been losing sleep over it!” I tossed back at him, chucking my used napkin into a trash can as we walked

Maxwell stepped in front of me, giving me a searching look “Not losing sleep? You’re not worried? You’re just gonna let it slide?”

I stopped in my tracks and met his gaze. This guy was a knockout, no question about it–Zoe was head over heels for a reason. “Who says I’m not worried? Who says I’m letting it slide

reaction. “From what I’ve seen lately, you’ve been acting like it’s all

him squarely. “Ever heard the saying, “Revenge is a

him off guard, and he arched an eyebrow. “What’s

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while before she managed to hiss, “In your dreams! Even if I’m gone, I’ll make sure you never get a foot into the door

but after catching just that bit of their spat, I could piece together the gist. It looked like Moore had her sights set

instead of going toe- to–toe with her, especially since she was not

nerve of her, spouting off like that and potentially cutting off her own

so secure that she could not

on the matter?

voice broke through

l*ps as he shook his head. I dodged his question with

briefly scanning the room before settling back on me with a casual air. “Just looking for you. Thought

rolled my eyes at him and sidestepped, making my way back

the blue, “Aunt Deb mentioned they dug up some dirt on that mess from five years back, but there’s not enough to pin anything on Moore. I’ve been swamped and didn’t get the full scoop. Knowing who’s behind your troubles and not being able to touch them… How’s

I’ve been losing sleep over it!” I tossed back at him, chucking my used

as

in front of me, giving me a searching look. “Not losing sleep? You’re not worried? You’re just gonna

no question about it–Zoe was head over heels for a reason. “Who says I’m not worried? Who says I’m letting it slide?”

seemed puzzled by my reaction. “From what I’ve seen lately, you’ve been acting like it’s

him squarely. “Ever heard the saying, Revenge is a dish best

him off guard, and he arched an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind?”

Instead, I took my seat at the table where Zoe had already set everything up. She waved us over, signaling it was time to dig in.

of course I was mad at first. However, after some hard

moment from that nightmare at the border five years ago, every sleepless night since- they were etched in my memory. If Moore thought she was going to get away

me at all.

us on the project and half, I suspected, an excuse to see Maxwell.