Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 264

Chapter 264 Everything's Changed!

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As I laid out my final 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 to save you."

Hearing his frantic words, I could not help but let out a small, sad chuckle. "Marcus, this lat something that can be fixed with cash or clout. We need hard proof Without it, going to them would just put them in a tough spot."

I took a breath before adding, "But if Scott Corporation is really on the brink, you might want to reach out to Idris. He... might be willing to step in."

I knew it was not the best idea to let Idris take the reins of Scott Corporation at a time like this, but it was my dad's life's work, and if it had to end up in Idris's hands, well, things could be

worse.

Marcus could only give a resigned nod. 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 being out there.” She was probably fine, but one never knew.

Especially out there in the wilds, where if disaster struck, there would be nowhere to run. Lorrell's terrain was tricky at the best of times. The disaster from years back was proof enough

of that.

Marcus gave a quick nod and exchanged a few words with me before he took off.

Moore was on her way out and seemed hell-bent on taking me down with her, while officer Jackson had his hands tied because of some big shots, so he could not grill me anymore.

The new cop in the hot seat was this ice queen detective who was probably in her forties, with

face that was not exactly wrinkled but still kind of had that 'don't mess with me' vibe.

She plopped down across from me and cut straight to the chase, "Yvette, dout Boah's death, got anything else to spill?"

The way she phrased it, you would think I was already declared guilty.

I met her steely gaze and said, "I didn't do it. I've spilled everything I know, not leaving out a single detail, and you guys have been over this with me a bunch already,"

She gave me a narrow look, her eyes rimmed in black, and shot back, "You think just because you're on the chopping block and have no record, I can't touch you? Yvette, don't forget, we've got enough evidence to nail you."

I bit my lip, tired of the same old story, and shot back, "Sure, you've got evidence that could make it look like I did in Noah, but does that really prove I'm the killer? Are you always this quick to slam the gavel?" "You're out of line!" she snapped, her voice spiking as she shot me a furious glare, "You've been strutting around like you own the place, thinking you're untouchable. Clearly, Officer Jackson's soft touch has only made you bolder. Well, let's just see how tough you really are."

With that, she shot up from her seat, casting a quick glance at the guards who had been loyally camped outside my room. "You guys know what to do," she barked at them. "She's here for questioning, not a vacation. Remember, this isn't a place you just waltz into."

The guards shared a knowing look and nodded in agreement before she strode off.

I braced myself for what was coming, expecting them to get rough, but what caught me off guard was their choice of weapon-they did not lay a finger on me. Instead, they launched a full-on assault on my mind.