Facade of Love

Chapter 203 He Doesn’t Seem Too Friendly Towards Charlie

I bit my lip, holding back any objections. After all, our divorce was still under wraps.

I trailed behind him, eyeing his broad shoulders. “Did you come for a meeting today?” I asked, knowing his usual distaste for these gatherings.

“Mhm,” he hummed, glancing back at me. “Do you want to drink?”

I hesitated, then gave a half–shrug, half–nod. “A bit.”

He did not say more, and I did not push, following him to the private room.

“Ms. Scott.” The voice behind me was familiar.

I spun around to see Inch, and I thought how odd it was that our paths crossed so often these days. Beside him sat the enigmatic Charlie in his wheelchair.

Charlie was his usual self, cap and mask in place, only his bright eyes visible. I was not one to stare, and with Charlie’s condition, it did not seem right to pry. So, after a brief glance, I addressed Inch, “Are you two here for dinner as well?”

Inch wheeled Charlie forward, giving a small nod. “Charlie’s here to talk business,” he said. Then, turning to Idris, he added, “Mr. Young, good to see you.”

Idris, known for his icy demeanor with strangers, returned the nod. His piercing gaze briefly met Charlie’s, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

days, I settled for a quick exchange of pleasantries with Inch and Charlie before we split

watched as Inch guided Charlie away, his gaze turning thoughtful. After a moment, he

“You know him?”

I have heard of him, though. Top five on the Silvana wealth charts. I did not know he’d been through so

Inch’s words from the night before, I said, “Apparently, he had a bad car

a derisive laugh. “A half–cripple and he’s still out and about? I guess he’s eyeing the

me aback, and I shot him a sharp look. Since when was he so

say more and led me into the

a handful of middle–aged men, some portly, others sporting glasses in an attempt

practiced smiles. “Mr. Young, Mrs. Scott, glad you could make it,”

on who was who around the table–all big shots from the Avaloria

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a warm smile and said, “Mr. Young’s hit the jackpot. I’ve seen Mrs. Scott on the news and thought she was a knockout, but she’s even more stunning in the flesh.”

a looker too? Why not bring her along for us to meet?”

looks and no substance. She’s got nothing on Mrs. Scott. I’ve heard Mrs. Scott’s running the massive Scott Corporation now. To handle such a big deal at her age, she’s nothing

“Here’s to

joining in when someone else jumped in, “Hey, Mr. Webber, we might let some things slide, but Mr. Lowry isn’t here yet. You start pushing drinks on Mrs. Scott, and Mr. Young might not take it