Facade of Love

Chapter 185 Moore’s Only Path Was Suicide

After speaking, Inch adjusted the bags in his hand. Obviously, carrying them for a long time had been somewhat strenuous.

Seeing this, I did not prolong the conversation and nodded in agreement before parting ways with him.

Back at the apartment, Sweety was still holding her phone with a silly smile on her face. Hearing some noise, she looked up at me and said, “What did you buy? Why did it take so long? I thought you decided to give up on me.‘

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I put the things I bought into the kitchen and returned to the living room with a glass of water, telling her, “I ran into a friend on the way, and we chatted for a bit.”

“A friend? Do I know them?” she asked curiously, looking up at me.

“You don’t know him, but he also lives in your complex. I think in Building 65,” I casually replied as I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking.

Sweety tilted her head, suddenly interested. “Building 65? What kind of friend is this that I don’t

know? A rich heir?”

my head, putting the pot on to cook pasta, and

met not long ago.”

a row of townhouses, and this is the city center. Every inch of land here is worth its weight in gold. Anyone who can afford a townhouse here is hardly an ordinary person.”

Inch was living in a townhouse? Thinking back to his words,

I remembered the lavish villa he took me to when I was unconscious. That villa was extravagant and luxurious, something Maxwell also said was not something

own.

mother’s attire and demeanor did not seem to match that of a wealthy person. All signs indicated that Inch was not from a wealthy

some heir.

have been financed by his friend. What kind of friend would be so generous as to give a friend a house worth millions?

his friends–Inch’s friend was indeed someone

with Sweety, the conversation naturally branched out into various topics since we had not caught

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thirties, right? I heard he only had a daughter and didn’t have any more children after that. You were married to Idris for two years and finally got pregnant, but then you lost the baby. Didn’t Madam Young

Besides, weren’t you the one who always despised

pouted and, with her mouth full of orange as she mumbled, “I’m

finishing the last dish and placing