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.

closed my eyes, and pretended

the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr. Candor,

evening’s drama was going to mess with things

serious tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier just asked

in business and government say they’re just reminiscing, you know

a new gig. Lately, a bunch of Lake City folks have been hitting up Mr. Young, all under the guise of a walk

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

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

around Idris earlier, not daring to lay

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my mind a whirlwind. Idris stepping in earlier… was he looking out

still back in Lorrell, and my place felt way too quiet. So, I asked Ensio to drop me off at Sweety’s apartment

I nudged 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 my shoes and tiptoed toward

I could not catch who was on the other end, but her voice was a gentle murmur, “I’m okay, just had a

she be dating someone? She whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped, “When did