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.

introductions, but considering Idris and I were not exactly close these days,

thoughtful. After a moment, he asked, “That’s Charlie?” His voice was more

nodded. “You

I have heard of him, though. Top five on the Silvana wealth charts. I did not know he’d been through so much. I never

the night before, I said, “Apparently, he had a bad car

let out a derisive laugh. “A half–cripple and he’s still out and about?

harsh words took me aback, and I shot him a sharp look. Since when was he so biting?

say more

was already occupied by a handful of middle–aged men, some portly, others sporting glasses in an attempt to look

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

our seats, Idris leaned in and quietly filled me in on who was who around the table–all

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hellos. The wiry guy with glasses gave me a warm smile and said, “Mr. Young’s hit the jackpot. I’ve seen Mrs. Scott on the news and thought

her along for us

Scott’s running the massive Scott Corporation now. To handle such

to me and said, “Here’s to Mrs. Scott. Let’s drink

let some things slide, but Mr. Lowry isn’t here yet. You start