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, and pretended to doze off, but inside,

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

if the evening’s drama was going to

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

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

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 the

Youngs‘ investments were a big deal, not just here but everywhere. Young Corporation’s

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

Idris earlier, not daring to lay a finger on me. He was playing a more

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whirlwind. Idris stepping in earlier…

Maxwell were still back in Lorrell, and my place felt way too quiet. So, I asked Ensio to drop

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 the bedroom to say hi to Sweety.

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 while,

bed, curiosity piqued. Could she be dating someone? She whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped, “When