Facade of Love

Chapter 162 I thank you so much, Yvette.

I grunted a yes and asked, “Anything else from Officer Jackson?”

“Nope.”

She was about to say more, but I cut her off, thinking about Madam Young’s recent sketchy moves, Just keep your eyes peeled these next couple of days, okay? Stay safe and try to hit the hay early.”

I ended the call feeling all jumbled up inside.

Maxwell caught the look on my face. “What’s up?” he asked, a crease of worry between his brows.

I just shook my head, wished him a good night, and headed back to my room with my coat in hand.

In bed, I could not stop thinking about Madam Young’s latest antics and Idris having Ensio dig up dirt from five years back. The more I thought, the messier my thoughts got, until everything was a blur.

The next morning, I woke up bleary–eyed from a night of tossing and turning to find a bunch of texts from Moore and missed calls from Ensio on my phone.

I called Ensio back first. He picked up right away, his voice steady as always, “Mrs. Young, got a sec?”

I hummed a yes and asked, “What’s going on?”

to drop something off for

Ensio’s car was parked just

call, threw on a jacket, and dashed downstairs.

in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these late nights and lazy mornings, I swear… You haven’t even had breakfast. Where are you off to

I answered her and breezed out

hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile.

was already midday; what rest was

Young asked me to deliver this to you. Also, there’s some paperwork for the villa at Clearwater Residence. Looks like you’ll need to swing by the real estate office to sign off on

Paperwork?

divorce certificate, a bunch of bank

”

actually signed the divorce

Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa. Oh, and if he could make the time to head down to the local office with

not taking the items, and said with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you don’t

he start throwing his weight around

said, “Alright, could you please pass

would be best if you spoke with Mr. Young

me Mrs. Young anymore, but before I could get the words out, he was already in his car, driving

up all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘

at the leather bag in my arms.