Facade of Love

Chapter 200 Charlie’s Car Accident

Were these projects my compensation?

I pressed my l*ps together, taking my time before responding. Scott Corporation was desperate for new ventures, and the Avaloria projects were a golden ticket. His offer was tempting, and I found myself unable to outright refuse.

After a moment of silence, I nodded in agreement. “Alright.”

Moving into old manor was not exactly a hardship. Madam Young was not giving me a hard time anymore, and it was a nice place.

He seemed pleased when I agreed, a slight smile playing on his l*ps. “Need a ride later? I can drop you

off.”

“No thanks.” The words flew out of me, a knee–jerk reaction, but then I remembered his intentions were good. “Actually, you go on with your day. I’ve got my car; I’ll manage.”

With that, I left the hospital and headed straight for Scott Corporation.

Maxwell was out of the office, which meant my to–do list was a mile long. By the time I finally left Sweety’s apartment, the sky was a canvas of deep blues and purples.

My phone rang on the drive home. It was Mom. Her voice was barely audible over some background racket. “Yvette, have you eaten dinner yet?”

I did,” I replied, curious about the commotion. “Mom, are you guys watching fireworks or

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her, “Isn’t tonight the big pre–wedding bash? Shouldn’t you be gossiping with Mary instead

in Lake City as a journalist. Hey, that’s what Sweety does, right? Maybe they’ve crossed paths. When I’m back, let’s all grab a bite and introduce

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