Facade of Love

Chapter 193 Trouble with his legs?

The guy looked older by his build, and it was clear he had trouble with his legs.

I thought back to the guy I had been chatting with in the private room, hidden behind a screen. Was that Inch’s buddy, Charlie Yates? He said he could not come out to greet me because of his legs, right?

Why did any of that matter to me? He did not show his face, but still agreed to meet and hear my thanks. If Inch was here, why didn’t he join us for the meal?

“Madam, what’s up?” Ensio caught my stare and checked in.

I shook my head, “It’s nothing,” I said.

Ensio revved the engine, and we left the restaurant behind.

In the rearview mirror, I watched Inch help the man into the car. I could not catch what they said, but Inch was all nods and respectful before he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Watching them, I frowned. This felt oddly familiar, like watching Idris and Ensio together.

Inch had said they were just friends, but this looked more like boss and worker.

let the suspicion slide. After all, they had helped me. I leaned back, closed my eyes,

the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr. Candor, what were Mr. Young and Jack

really trying to figure out if the evening’s drama

steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and replied with a serious tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier just asked Mr. Young out

time’s sake?” I raised an eyebrow. When big shots in business and government say they’re just reminiscing, you

Lake City’s getting shipped off to Capital City for a new gig. Lately, a bunch of Lake City

investments were a big deal, not just here but everywhere. Young Corporation’s finances could make or break Lake City’s annual numbers. Idris was a major player

Lake City’s big shot on the move, it was a domino effect. Jack’s meet–up with Idris was clearly more than just a friendly chat.

explained why Jack was tiptoeing around Idris earlier, not daring to lay a finger

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the window, my mind a whirlwind. Idris stepping in earlier… was he looking out for me,

felt way too quiet. So, I

the door open, the living room was aglow, yet eerily empty. The only sign of life was a voice drifting from the bedroom–it sounded like someone was on a phone call. I sl*pped off

I could not catch who was on the other end, but her voice was a gentle murmur, “I’m okay, just had a rough night’s sleep. It’s been a

someone? She whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, and