Facade of Love

Chapter 43

Chapter 43 He Stepped in to Help Me

I knew my words alone would not sway them. I took a moment before adding, “Give me a month. If I can’t trace the money within that time, I’ll willingly relinquish all the shares of Scott Corporation held by my father, my mother, and myself. I’m ready to put this promise in writing. If I tuncover the truth after a month, you can enforce the contract right away.”

Upon hearing my words, the group exchanged glances, a silence hanging in the air. After a moment, Julian turned to me. “Ms Scott, heed my advice. If you relinquish these shares, your future will be fraught with difficulties. We’ve always been friends with your father, and we won’t make things harder for you tow. Let’s put the GleamGate Media issue to rest. We’ll initiate a wager agreement, while you retain a say in the decisions. What do you think?”

“What if I throw in ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares? Would you then agree to give my wife a month’s time?” The conference room door swing open, and Idris, clad in black, strode in

His sudden entrance left the shareholders momentarily stunned. Jack rose from his seat, extending a hand to Idris. “Mr. Young, a pleasure to meet you‘

Idris returned the handshake, then proposed, “Gentlemen, could you consider my offer?”

The room fell silent. Ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares was no small matter.

Jack, usually a man of few words, broke the silence. “Mr. Young, are you pulling our leg?”

Idris met his gaze, his words clear and precise. “I’m willing to put it in writing. If my wife can’t uncover the truth in a month,

you can hold me to the agreement. With a written contract, if I back out, you can take legal action, right?”

After a brief exchange of glances, Jack finally spoke. “Mr. Young, you’ve made your point. If we still refuse, we’d seem ungracious. Fine, with you on board, it’s just a matter of a month. Ms. Scott, we hope you won’t let us down.”

As Jack voiced his opinion, the other shareholders chimed in agreement.

Once all the shareholders left, only idris and I remained in the conference room. I stayed silent, gathering my materials to leave, but Idris’s towering figure blocked my path.

I looked up at him, a cold smirk on my face. “Something on your mind, Mr. Young?”

He looked back at me, a hint of helplessness creasing his brow, “Yvette, aren’t you going to say anything to me?”

I met his gaze with a frosty stare, my words dripping with sarcasm. “Say what? Did I ask for your help? Don’t tell me you think your actions earlier were impressive.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I moved closer to him, my voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Did you really think you were playing the knight in shining

armor?”

His brow furrowed, a flicker of anger in his eyes. “Yvette!”

“No need to raise your voice, Mr. Young, I can hear you just fine.” I leaned against the conference table, my eyes meeting his, my voice cool and detached. “Even without your intervention today, I would have convinced the shareholders to give me a month. So, Idris, don’t expect any gratitude from me.”

He pressed his l*ps together, not arguing, just looking at me, “Grandmother wants you to visit the old mansion.”

I had forgotten about that. Madam Young had called earlier in the morning, but with my father’s situation, I had pushed it to the back of my mind. Hearing him mention it, I took a deep breath and nodded, “I know.”

The incident from five years ago was well–known, a hot tople. Madam Young’s request for me to visit the old mansion probably meant she had a new plan.

After some thought, I braced myself for what was to come.

If Madam Young’s plan was to have me divorce Idris, then so be it. It was inevitable and perhaps for the best. If Madam Young no longer wanted me to be part of the Young family, leaving now would be the best decision.

with

these thoughts, a wave of relief washed over me. Yet, I was left wondering, what was to do with this non–existent child

Chapter 43 He Stepped in to Help Me

growing within me? I noticed Idris lingering by my side, showing no signs of leaving. I shot him a questioning look. “What

else do

you want?”

His gaze was intense. “I’ll accompany you to the old mansion.”

“No need!” I retorted, promptly exiting the conference room. “If you have any spare time, you should spend it with Moore. She could use your company right now,”

Idris, ever the domineering type, stared at me, declaring, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”