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 you.

and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was parked

threw on

me as I descended. “About time you woke up. What time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged

pick something up,” I answered her and breezed out of the

hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to

of my head. It was already midday; what rest was there to

leather bag. “Mr. 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

Paperwork?

divorce certificate, a bunch of bank cards, and a property deed.

”

had actually signed the

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

a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you don’t accept these, I shouldn’t bother coming back.”

he start throwing his weight around

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ever the gentleman, replied, “Mrs. Young, it would be best if you

call me Mrs. Young anymore, but before I

all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘ place.

mom raised an eyebrow at the leather bag in my arms. “What’s that?”