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.

these days, I

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

“You know

on the Silvana wealth charts. I did

words from the night before, I said, “Apparently, he had a bad car crash. Hurt his

half–cripple and he’s still out and about?

him a sharp look. Since when was he

glance, Idris did not say more and led

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

to us with practiced smiles. “Mr. Young, Mrs. Scott,

me in on who was who around the table–all big

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the rounds, shaking hands and exchanging 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

bride a looker too? Why not bring her along

nothing on Mrs. Scott. I’ve heard Mrs. Scott’s running the massive

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

about joining in when someone else jumped in, “Hey, Mr. Webber, we might let some things slide, but Mr.