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.

around in confusion. My mind went

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

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

way!” I heard a familiar voice in the chaotic crowd. Within moments, I was pulled up, and a familiar voice roared in my ear,

head, finally recognizing the person in front of me: it was

from the crowd continued, but they were now

half–supported me and helped me into

time while Idris used tissues to clean the dirt

a few minutes away. By the time we arrived, I had

my bedroom, there was a knock on

replied, my voice slightly

Are

that accentuated his tall and lean figure. As he entered the bedroom, his handsome face carried

the incident that had

and humiliated, and 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 to prey on the

and the Youngs were a powerful family with a dominant presence in Lake City for years. No one dared