Facade of Love

Chapter 255

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I could not get the whole story out fast enough.

I took a deep breath and said, “Moore tipped off the cops. They found Noah’s body, and they’re still looking into it.”

“I’m stuck in Lorrell and can’t make it back. What’s your game plan for Scott Corp?” Maxwell asked, cutting to the chase.

I knew the situation. With the news hitting the fan, Scott Corporation was teetering on the edge, and now Young Corp was getting dragged down with it.

Feeling the weight of it all, I let out a sigh and admitted, “I’m at a loss.”

Maxwell let out a heavy sigh, his frustration clear even over the phone. “This came out of nowhere. Alright, I’ll get Marcus to handle the PR mess. You need to work with the police and sort this out, pronto.” He paused, then hit me with a curveball, “You should be at the station with your phone bagged and tagged. How are you even talking to me? Where the heck are you?

”

“The Youngs‘ Old Manor!” I blurted out, the gravity of the situation dawning on me.

If word got out that I was not at the station but at the Youngs‘, safe and sound, the gossip mill would churn out more than just trouble for the Youngs and the Scotts–the police would also get into trouble.

With that thought, I ended the call in a hurry and turned to Idris. “I’ve got to get to the station

now.”

Idris caught on quickly, nodded, and with a firm, “Let’s roll,” he grabbed my arm. We ran out of the old manor.

We were just a bit too slow. As we reached the Youngs‘ majestic front gate, the growl of an engine halted us. A car had pulled up outside.

Idris and I locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us: reporters must have tracked down the Youngs.

He nodded to Charles. “Go check it out.”

He whisked me behind a decorative rockery in the courtyard. As expected, the moment Charles cracked open the door, a swarm of reporters burst forth, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, bombarding him with questions about my whereabouts- whether I was here instead of at the police station.

Charles was no amateur. He managed a whole fleet of companies for the Youngs and knew how to deal with the press.

The chaos outside sent a wave of panic through me. “Looks like we’re trapped,” I murmured.

Idris’s gaze flickered back to me, his words brief. “Ensio, get the car to the back gate. Wait for us.”

Ensio nodded, a blur as he dashed off.

Idris guided me to the rear of the old manor. The sight of the lake encircling the property

caught me off guard. Before I could process, Idris was pulling me onto a small fishing boat at the water’s eige

Adrift on the boat, my heart still racing, I blurted out, “Where to now? I thought we were heading for the back gate?”

Idris simply nodded, his voice steady. “We’ll get there shortly.”

barely had time to wonder when my phone rang. It was Officer Jackson. I answered, and his voice, laced with urgency, filled my ear. “Ms. Scott, where are you right now?”

Hearing the urgency in Officer Jackson’s voice, I knew trouble was brewing at the police station. “I’m on my way there now,” I said quickly. “Officer Jackson, are reporters swarming outside the station too?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, a note of stress in his voice. “They’re out there making a scene, accusing you of murder and hiding the body, yet still walking free. They’re pressing us for answers. How soon can you make it? It’s critical. If they find out you’re not here, this whole thing could explode in the media. That could mean the end of my job and maybe even my boss’s.”

I understood the gravity of the situation. “Idris and I will be there as fast as we can. Please, Officer Jackson, try to hold them off a little longer. I’m so sorry for dragging you into this mess.”

With a weary sigh, Officer Jackson said, “Nobody saw this coming. After what happened to you today, no one expected things to escalate this fast.”

If it had not been for today’s earlier incident, I would have been safely inside the police station, and none of us would be panicking now.

1 hung up and saw that Idris had already taken the boat a good distance from the old manor.

Staring back at the shrinking silhouette of the old manor, I was baffled. “Ensio said the buzz only lasted half an hour. How did the reporters find out so quickly that I’m here and not at the station?”

Idris’s dark eyes grew stormy, and with a chilling tone, he uttered one name, “Jack.”