Facade of Love

Chapter 264 Everything’s Changed!

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Marcus‘ face terised up as he listened to me “Yuette, you don’t thank steady’s “He trailed off, worry etched on his features.

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“There’s no way I can shake this off,” I admitted, the words heary on my ha at this for ages with no leads. Now, every scrap of endence is pertineria M 1 MUZAN just…”

1 paused, a lump forming in my throat. I exhaled slowly, trying to find the strah to continue. “Look, if I end up not being able to walk away from this, guy to E CHE NI things at Scott Corporation. Do what’s best for my mom and for you. If the company tanks, they’ll freeze my shares and assets. Pleaser, make sure my moen hus something to fal back on for her retirement. And you, get your ducks in a room, jest licase

If Scott Corporation hits rock bottom, they would lock dorm most of car mats, and on musik be drowning in debt.

I had to give Marcus the heads–up to get ready turns he went to qe apple com site the rest of us. What kept me up at night was thinking about my thom. She was drasky dosing with the loss of my dad, and now she might have to watch her daughter you looked up the mes no longer young anymore, and with everything piling up 1 just did not know if the conta handle what was coming

plans, Marcus gripped his hands together, his eyes locked on mine. ” there really no hope left? I could talk to Mr. Young, or maybe even plead with Mr. Yam They’ve got to have some way

sad chuckle. “Marcus, this lat something that can be fixed with cash or clout. We need hard

brink, you might want to reach

Scott Corporation at a time like this, but it was my dad’s life’s work, and if it had to end up in

worse.

My mind, though, was still with my mom. I turned to him, worry creasing my brow. “Keep an eye on my mom for me, will you? I’m worried about her

out there in the wilds, where if disaster struck, there would be nowhere to run. Lorrell’s

of that.

a few words with me before

while officer Jackson had his hands tied

was this ice queen detective who was probably in

kind of had that ‘don’t mess with me‘ vibe.

straight to the chase, “Yvette, dout Boah’s death, got anything

she phrased it, you would think I was already