Facade of Love

Chapter 337 The Youngs Are Not Short of Money

“It’s not him!” I spoke, not wanting to explain the events that occurred after they left Lake City Ladded, “I knew about this matter before, and the police also discovered the issue earlier. They said it wouldn’t leak, but it suddenly did today. It seems someone was intentionally walling around, and Idris is now in trouble. I can’t avoid this either.”

Maxwell, for once, did not make any sarcastic remarks. After a brief silence, he said, “The

trouble with this situation is that the police can’t find the real suspect. There’s no evidence, but everything points to Idris. The public opinion storm it’s causing is not to be underestimated.”

I pursed my lips. We had thought about this situation a few days ago.

Now, we needed to figure out what to do, but proving the innocence of someone wrongly accused was already a ludicrous task in itself.

Unable to come up with a solution, I could not stay in my office any longer. The sky over Lake City was gloomy, and the impending snow added to the sense of oppression, making my mood even more restless.

Before the end of the workday, I grabbed my bag and left.

However, as soon as I reached the ground floor, I was suddenly surrounded by a group of people. Before I could react, something cold hit my forehead, followed by a sticky and foul- smelling sensation.

“Murderer, profiteer, heartless scum!” Angry voices filled the air all around me.

mind went blank. What was

been prepared in advance. I found myself surrounded, unable to

flee. An overwhelming sense of fear washed over me. Then, I was pushed and fell to the ground, and someone stepped on the back of my hand,

I heard a familiar voice in the chaotic crowd. Within moments, I was pulled up, and a familiar voice roared in my ear, “Yvette, are

recognizing the person

but they were now kept at a distance.

me and

silent for a long time while Idris used tissues to clean the dirt from

to Clearwater Residence, as it was only a few minutes away. By the time we arrived,

and changing into clean clothes in my bedroom, there was a knock on the door, followed by Idris‘

do,” I replied, my voice slightly hoarse.

Youngs Are Not Short

bedroom door was pushed open, and Idris had already changed into a different outfit: a black suit that accentuated his tall and lean figure. As he entered the bedroom, his handsome face carried a hint of guilt. “I’m

was referring to the incident that had just occurred.

Moore had been persecuted in prison. All of them had once harmed me, and each of these incidents was somehow connected to Idris. Human nature tended

had no evidence, and the Youngs were a powerful family with a dominant presence in Lake City for years. No one dared to confront the