Facade of Love

Chapter 263 Gone Dark

Silence fell over me. Hiding a corpse, wiping a crime scene, leaving the body a wreck–one wrong move leads to a domino effect. Now, I was at a disadvantage.

I knew Moore had set me up, but I still walked right into it. I could not really fault Inch for going rogue. In that moment, maybe all he could think about was saving my

v skin.

He did not know for sure if I was the one who killed Noah. There was no way to be sure. If he had called the cops, would they have figured out I was not the killer? He did the only thing he could think of: obliterate the evidence and stash the body.

Despite being out of the loop as the days slipped by, I could guess that the headlines were screaming about murder and hidden bodies.

Officer Jackson dropped by for chats during the first few days, but after a while, he stopped showing up, sending others in his place instead.

From the chatter of those grilling me, I picked up that the case had blown up big time,

had even sent some suits to take charge of

down that Noah died right in front of me, not to mention I had gotten my hands on the knife that did him in and fessed up to stashing Noah’s body, all fingers were pointing straight at me.

if the police did not dig up something to tip the scales in my favor soon, I would be left responsible for

I begged Officer Jackson

the visitation room, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, dark circles so deep they looked like bruises. It did not take

concern. “Yvette, you holding up okay in here? They’re not giving you a hard time,

he obviously meant the cops. I shook my head, feeling a twinge of pity for him. “No, Officer Jackson has been decent enough. How

face the picture of gloom. “Well,

it was like a dam broke. In less than a day, nearly all of them were knocking on my door, wanting to cut ties. Luckily, the big boss from Yates Group showed up to chat about teaming up on those Avaloria projects. I played it cool and didn’t sign anything on the spot. With all the drama, Scott Corporation’s stock took a nosedive, and the big–time shareholders are bailing. They were

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was next level. I looked at him, concern etched

things were going, I was not sure if Maxwell