Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 259

Chapter 259 Why Go Public?

I blinked, surprised, then shook my head quickly. "No, that's not it, I...

"If that's the case, let's get back to business," Charlie said, locking eyes with me. "The contract's already on its way to Scott Corporation. Just loop in your team, and if everything checks out, sign on the dotted line."

He did not leave much room for argument, pressing on, "I've got the city officials on board too. Once we're good here, they'll move fast on their end."

I stared at him, not with joy but with a puzzled frown. "Mr. Yates, sticking with Scott Corporation, especially now, doesn't seem like a smart move for you."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Does it matter?"

His question left me speechless, scrambling for words.

Seeing my hesitation, he gave a small, knowing smile. "Ms. Scott, we're friends, right? Friends trust each other. Is that not how it works?".

Was this really just about trust?

Okay, maybe I just did not understand how the rich and famous rolled. When he was all in on signing with Scott Corporation, I could not replace a reason to say no to such a sweet deal. I looked at him and said, "Thanks a bunch, Mr. Yates."

He gave me a small, knowing smile. "If you're really grateful, how about you treat me to dinner once you're out?"

I nodded. "Sure thing. I'll be looking forward to it, Mr. Yates."

He quirked an eyebrow and his smile widened a bit, like he was saying 'deal!'

We wrapped up our chat, and I figured he would be on his way. However, out of the blue, he got this intense look and asked, "Did the cops rough you up?"

His voice had this edge to it, barely there but icy.

I was taken aback, shaking my head, clueless about why he would ask that. I quickly said, "No, I..." He must have caught sight of the red mark on my wrist from yesterday's kidnapping.

I rushed to clear things up. "It's not the police's fault. Just a little mishap from yesterday. Thanks for asking, Mr. Yates."

"Little mishap? What happened?" His gaze was sharp, eyes narrowing.

Feeling a bit on the spot, I said, "It's nothing. It's over now."

He watched me, lips pressed together, and his face shadowed. I could not read him and did not feel like prying.

Then, out of nowhere, he reassured me, "Don't worry, you'll be out of here in a few days."

His words caught me off guard, but I managed a thankful smile. "I sure hope so. Thanks, Mr. Yates."

Before he could say more, there was a knock. The cops were signaling that time was up for

Charlie's visit.

With a grin, he said, "Ms. Scott, don't forget you owe me that dinner."

I gave him a nod and a smile, then stood up to walk him out.

As he walked away, I let out a small sigh of relief. Honestly, Charlie was becoming a real puzzle to me. It was just one deal, and even with Inch in the picture, he did not need to come all the way to the police station to chat with me. Plus, this whole thing was nothing but trouble for him. What was he really after?

I shook my head, deciding it was not worth the headache to figure it out.

Being stuck in the police station meant I had to play ball with the cops' investigation and their endless questions. When I was not doing that, I was zoning out, trying hard to remember every single thing about the day Moore took Noah out.

Idris showed up as the sun was setting. I had not expected him to drop by so quickly, what with my drama splashed all over the news and Young Corporation swamped with its own pile. of problems. He really should not have had the time to worry about me.

There he was, sitting across from me, looking all stern and icy. I figured my mess must have hit Young Corporation hard, maybe even cost them big. Concerned, I blurted out, "Is everything alright with Young Corporation?"

Idris fixed me with a look so intense it sent a shiver down my spine. He took his time, staring at me for a good few seconds before he dropped the bomb, "Why did you go public with our divorce?" Was that what was bugging him?

Caught off guard, I answered, "It was the quickest way to shield Young Corporation. Once the divorce was out there, no one could use my being part of the Young family to stir up trouble for them. That way, my problems would not spill over onto the Youngs."

He looked even more serious, if that was possible. "You really covered all your bases, didn't you?"