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?”

beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something off for you. I’m

enough, Ensio’s car was parked just outside the gate. “Okay,

the call, threw on a jacket,

me as I descended. “About time you woke 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… You haven’t even had breakfast. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

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

my hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt your morning, did I

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

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

Paperwork?

inside the bag and found a divorce certificate,

”

had actually signed the divorce

these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa.

a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you don’t

he start throwing his weight around

could you please pass along a message for

be best if you spoke with Mr.

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

all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘ place.

the leather bag in my arms. “What’s that?”