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.

had helped me. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and pretended to doze

brief pause, I finally broke the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr. Candor, what were Mr. Young and Jack hashing

trying to figure out if the evening’s drama was

tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier

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

getting shipped off to Capital City for a new gig. Lately, a bunch of Lake City folks have been hitting up Mr. Young, all under

words hit me like a lightning bolt. I had totally forgotten the fact that the Youngs‘ 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 there.

shot on the move, it was a domino effect. Jack’s meet–up

not daring to lay a finger on me. He was playing a more complex game.

Trouble with his

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deep breath and stared blankly out the window, my mind a whirlwind. Idris stepping in earlier… was he looking out for me, or just saving his own reputation?

in Lorrell, and my place felt way too quiet.

sign of life was a voice drifting from the bedroom–it sounded like someone was on a

murmur, “I’m okay, just had a rough night’s sleep. It’s been a while, but I guess I’m still a bit shaken.

Could she be dating someone? She whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped, “When did you sneak in? You’re like a ghost. I didn’t even hear you!”