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

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

threw on a jacket, and dashed downstairs.

time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these

pick something up,” I answered her and breezed

hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt

of my head. It was

“Mr. Young asked me to deliver this to you. Also, there’s some paperwork for the

Paperwork?

peeked inside the bag and found a divorce certificate, a bunch of bank cards, and a property deed.

”

actually signed the divorce certificate?

chill run 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. Oh, and if he could make the time

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

he start throwing his weight around

please pass along a message for me?”

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

and he did not have to call me Mrs. Young anymore, but before I could get the

all the stuff and headed

at the leather bag in my arms.