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?”

miss a beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something

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

threw on a

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

answered

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

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

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

Paperwork?

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

”

signed

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 to head down to the

polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you

throwing his weight

please pass along a message

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

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

deep breath, I gathered up all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘

eyebrow at the leather bag