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?”

me to drop something off for you. I’m right outside the Scotts‘ place.”

the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was parked just outside the gate. “Okay, just give me

call, threw on a jacket, and

up. What time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged

answered her and breezed out

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

It was already midday;

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

Paperwork?

bag and found a divorce certificate,

”

signed the

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. Oh, and if he could make the time to head down to the local office with me to pick up the divorce papers, that’d be great.”

Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you don’t accept these,

his weight

you please

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

longer married, and he did not have to call me Mrs.

all the

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