Facade of Love

Chapter 263

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Silence fell over me. Hiding a corpse, wiping a crime scene, leaving the body a wreck–one wrong move leads to a domino effect. Now, I was at a disadvantage.

I knew Moore had set me up, but I still walked right into it. I could not really fault Inch for going rogue. In that moment, maybe all he could think about was saving my

v skin.

He did not know for sure if I was the one who killed Noah. There was no way to be sure. If he had called the cops, would they have figured out I was not the killer? He did the only thing he could think of: obliterate the evidence and stash the body.

Despite being out of the loop as the days slipped by, I could guess that the headlines were screaming about murder and hidden bodies.

Officer Jackson dropped by for chats during the first few days, but after a while, he stopped showing up, sending others in his place instead.

From the chatter of those grilling me, I picked up that the case had blown up big time,

catching the eye of the big shots in Capital City. They had even sent some suits to take charge of the investigation.

Since the cops could not find a shred of evidence pinning the murder on Moore, and since I had already sworn up and down that Noah died right in front of me, not to mention I had gotten my hands on the knife that did him in and fessed up to stashing Noah’s body, all fingers were pointing straight at me.

I was in a tight spot. I knew if the police did not dig up something to tip the scales in my favor soon, I would be left responsible for Noah’s death.

Stranded without my phone, I could not reach out to Mom or Maxwell. Feeling totally cornered, I begged Officer Jackson to pull some strings so I could have a face–to–face with Marcus.

Marcus showed up in a flash. When I saw him in the visitation room, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, dark circles so deep they looked like bruises. It did not take a genius to figure that Scott Corporation had probably crumbled without us.

Marcus eyed me with concern. “Yvette, you holding up okay in here? They’re not giving you a hard time, are they?”

By ‘they‘, he obviously meant the cops. I shook my head, feeling a twinge of pity for him. “No, Officer Jackson has been decent enough. How is Scott Corporation holding up?”

At my question, Marcus let out a heavy sigh, his face the picture of gloom. “Well, it’s looking pretty grim…”

He trailed off, leaving his sentence hanging in the air. After a brief silence, he continued, “You know, when you decided against announcing our split from the Youngs, our business partners held off, out of respect for them. Once I let the cat out of the bag, however, it was like a dam broke. In less than a day, nearly all of them were knocking on my door, wanting to cut ties. Luckily, the big boss from Yates Group showed up to chat about teaming up on those Avaloria projects. I played it cool and didn’t sign anything on the spot. With all the drama, Scott Corporation’s stock took a nosedive, and the big–time shareholders are bailing. They were even talking about putting the whole company on the auction block.”

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I knew things were bad, but an auction? That was next level. I looked at him, concern etched on my face. “Marcus, have you gotten hold of Mom and Maxwell?”

The way things were going, I was not sure if Maxwell could make it back in time to stop the hemorrhaging.

Marcus’s brow was furrowed with worry. “Actually, that’s why I’m here. We can’t reach your mom or Mr. Sanchez. They’ve gone off the grid.”

1 froze, the words not quite sinking in. “Off the grid?”

He nodded solemnly. “Yeah, the day after the divorce news broke, all contact with Mr. Sanchez and your mom just… stopped. They’re probably deep in the mountains, where there’s no signal. I can’t get through to them.”

I was aware that the mountains were a dead zone for cell reception. I had made Maxwell promise not to linger there too long. By my calculations, they should have been on their way back by now. Therefore, it was puzzling why they were unreachable.

A chilling thought crossed my mind. Had they actually stumbled upon the remains that the disaster from ten years ago had claimed buried in those mountains?

The thought alone made me furrow my brow. It was possible. If one could uncover the bones of long– lost victims, anyone would lay their kin to rest with honor, especially since Maxwell’s parents were among them.

With a heavy heart, I turned to Marcus. “Marcus, I owe you big time for sticking with Scott Corporation all these years. You’ve been with my dad for ages, given so much. I had this plan, you know? In a

couple of years, once the company was solid, I would let you go live your life if you were tired, or if you still had that fire, I would pass the reins to you. Now, I’m not so sure I can make that happen.”