Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Sweety's Discovery

I had never seen such anticipation in his eyes. For a moment, I was at a loss for words.

I wanted to tell him that I was not pregnant, and I wanted to tell him that we were destined to part ways, but when I saw the hope in his eyes, I found myself nodding without thinking.

Seeing my nod, he broke into a rare smile. "I've sent someone to Macamer for Scott Corporation. They'll replace the person we need soon. I can't use all of the Youngs' assets right now, but I can use all of my personal assets to help Scott Corporation weather this storm. Don't worry too much. Just focus on taking care of the baby."

I had never seen this side of him before. He had always been polite and kind, but never as tender and thoughtful as he was now. This new side of him left me feeling a bit dazed.

Suddenly, I found mysell wanting to ask him if he cared more about the child in my belly or me. As the words reached my l*ps, I changed the subject. "Idris," I asked, "if one day, both Moore and I do something unforgivable to you, who would you choose to believe, me or Moore?"

He furrowed his handsome brow, a deep crease forming. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

I was taken aback, shook my head slightly, and forced a smile. "No reason, I just really wanted to ask you.

He pressed his I*ps together and fell silent.

Moore held a special place in his heart. I had seen it clearly these past few days. Even if their relationship was not what I thought it was, the fact that it was so complicated only proved that Moore was special to him.

Most women would not mind if their husband had a fling, but they would care if he could not let go of his first love. Moore was Idris's first love!

After dinner, I found myself feeling unusually lazy and sleepy. I had just finished eating and I was already feeling drowsy again. Luckily, there was nothing pressing to do, so I allowed myself to indulge a bit. The next day.

I was in a deep sleep when Sweety's call came in. I answered the phone in a daze.

Sweety's voice echoed from the other end of the phone, "Yvette, are you still asleep? I have something important to share. Can you listen now?"

I responded with a grunt.

There was a pause before she continued, "I've made a significant discovery about Noah. Are you interested?"

Noah?

I was taken aback, my mind sharpening a bit. "What's going on?" I asked.

Sweety's voice took on a mysterious tone. "Remember when we parted at the small building and I went to the police station? I overheard that Noah owns a casino in the southern suburbs, operating under Moore's name. As a journalist, I could not ignore such news. So, I snuck into that casino last night. Can you guess what I saw?"

I frowned, concern creeping into my voice. "You went to the casino alone?"

She hummed in affirmation, her voice trembling with excitement. "I saw Noah actually..."

'Sweety!" I cut her off, my voice stern. "The casino is a dangerous place filled with all sorts of people. Do you realize how risky that was? And seeing Noah there?"

Caught off guard by my scolding, Sweety sounded a bit sheepish as she laughed. "Don't be. mad yet. Let me finish my story, then you can lecture me, okay?"

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. Her audacity was too much. She was bound to get into trouble.

Seeing that I had stopped scolding her, she continued, "I saw Noah using drugs in the casino. He seemed addicted. I noticed something was off about him, so I followed him. He was probably having a craving, so he used the drugs right there in the restroom, and it was not a small amount. Yvette, do you think Moore might also be..."

I knit my brows, thinking back on Moore's recent condition. "She can't be," I began, "She's carrying a child. Noah would not let someone mixed up in that sort of trouble bear his child."

As for Noah, nothing he did could surprise me anymore.

I let out a sigh, speaking into the phone. "I get it. Lake City is teeming with news. Just stop poking the bear that is Noah when you're bored. If you're hunting for news, try Scott Corporation or Young Corporation. Anywhere but those dangerous places, got it?"

On the other end of the line, I was not sure if Sweety was really taking in my words. She simply hummed in response. "I know, don't fret. I'm a journalist, I know how to look after myself. Besides, I'm getting a bit fed up with covering your company's affairs. Yvette, listen. I don't think Noah is just a user. He might be a dealer too!"

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