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 off, but inside, I was

the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr. Candor, what were Mr. Young and Jack hashing out tonight?”

trying to figure out if the evening’s drama was going to mess with things

serious tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier just asked Mr. Young out to dinner and said it was for

big shots in business and government say they’re just

and added, “Word is the head honcho of Lake City’s 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 guise of a walk down

I had totally forgotten the fact that the Youngs‘ investments were a big deal, not just here but everywhere. Young Corporation’s finances

move, it was a domino effect.

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

with his legs?

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took a 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?

way too quiet. So, I asked Ensio to drop me off at Sweety’s

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

a gentle 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. Talking to

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