Facade of Love

Chapter 194 To the Police Station to Find Moore

“Nope, just a chat with a pal,” Sweety deflected, a hint of weariness in her voice. “Let’s not go there. It’s late. Go freshen up, the bed’s calling.”

She steered me off the balcony and nudged me toward the bathroom. The night had crept up on us, and her reluctance to talk was clear as day. I let it be for now.

Maxwell was out of town, and with him gone, there was nob*dy else at Scott Corporation to deal with the endless stream of issues. I could not even think about slacking off. I had to get to the office bright and early. Marcus was already there, waiting to dump a mountain of paperwork on my desk.

I stared at the pile, feeling the onset of a headache, and rubbed my temples. Marcus lingered, prompting me to ask, “Something else on your mind, Marcus?”

After a brief pause, he nodded. “Miss Moore’s arrest has hit the internet, and it’s blowing up big time.

!!

I frowned, acknowledging the news. “So, Scott Corporation is under the microscope, and someone’s stirring the pot with this?”

“Exactly! The stock’s taken a hit, it’s all over the place. But here’s the kicker,” he said, handing me a document, “I got a lawyer’s letter this morning about the Scotts‘ estate. Miss Moore’s lawyered up, and they’re demanding you hand over her full inheritance and shares, or she’s going to court.”

I bit my l*p, staying silent. So Moore’s first move after getting nabbed was not to deal with the cops about Noah’s death, but to come after the inheritance?

to avoid taking on the debts. Now that we were getting back on our feet,

out of the envelope and told Marcus, “Got it. I’m

him a few steps toward the exit before he spun around, a question burning in his eyes. “So, what’s the

to me. I have to run it by my mom. Moore was her and dad’s adoptee, and

and without another word,

it would slice through dad’s legacy. A smaller slice of the pie

and nail to keep that control. Through all the storms Scott Corp weathered, he

To the Police

2/2

and we needed cash, he

it, the more my

I could

station.

was cooling her heels in a cell,

station, Jackson was there to meet me, his face serious.

With a small smile,