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?”

not miss a beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something off for you. I’m right outside

blinked in surprise, slid out of bed, and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car

threw on a jacket, and dashed

last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these late nights and lazy mornings,

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

offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt your morning, did I wake you?”

gave a sheepish shake of my head. It was already midday; what rest was there to disturb?

there’s some paperwork for the villa at Clearwater Residence. Looks like you’ll need to swing

Paperwork?

inside the bag and found a divorce certificate, a bunch of bank

”

actually signed

through me. I handed the deed and cards back to Ensio. Mr. Candor, could you please give these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa.

said with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young

he start throwing his weight around

you please pass

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

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

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mom raised an eyebrow at the leather