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. I’m right

out of bed, and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was parked just outside the gate. “Okay, just give me a

on a jacket,

up. What time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these late nights and lazy mornings, I swear…

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

offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt your morning,

a sheepish shake of my head. It was already midday; what rest was

handed me a 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 by the real estate office to

Paperwork?

the bag and found a divorce certificate, a

”

signed

Ensio. Mr. Candor, could you please give these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa. Oh, and if he could make the time to head down to

stepped back, not taking the items, and said with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted

did he start throwing his weight

“Alright, could you please pass along a message for me?”

replied, “Mrs. Young, it would be best if you spoke

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

deep breath, I gathered up all the stuff and headed

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