Facade of Love

Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Clues

The elevator doors slid open, and I shot Maxwell a dismissive glance, saying without a hint of emotion, “You’re reading too much into it. He’s just worried I’ll obsess over you.” Any man would think twice before approaching a pregnant, married woman. Idris’s line of thinking was… immature.

Inside the office, Maxwell’s appointment was all set. The shareholders had no objections, and the entire company had been informed.

“I’ve scoured every customs record, but there’s no sign of Caleb and Benett. They probably haven’t had the chance to leave the country yet, and the police are on the lookout too,” Uncle Marcus finished, turning to me. “There’s something else about

Benett

I looked at my uncle, asking, “What is it?”

Uncle Marcus handed me a few photographs, explaining, “A while back, someone spotted Benett at the coffee shop downstairs with a woman. They seemed quite close. It’s likely his mistress.”

As I studied the photos, I was reminded of Sophia’s words. Benett had a mistress and even a child with her. It seemed Sophia’s words were not just idle chatter.

That day at Sophia’s house, when Idris and I were about to leave, Sophia had mentioned that Scott Corporation was headed for trouble. Could it be that Sophia had known something all along? Maybe she was not just spouting nonsense, but trying to

warn me.

Massaging my temples, I turned to Uncle Marcus. “Benett is likely with this woman now, and they have a child. Uncle Marcus, have someone monitor the customs. Look out for any information about a family of three, and keep an eye on Benett’s wife, Sophia. She’s probably still in the country, most likely in Lake City. Have someone search for her, and see what they can find. Also, find out about this woman who’s close to Benett, especially where she lives. Have someone tail her for a few days. We might be able to locate Benett that way.”

“Understood!” Uncle Marcus nodded, shared some updates about the company, and then left.

Maxwell had been going through the company’s files. After Uncle Marcus left, he looked at me, his brows furrowed. “You probably know more about the state of Scott Corporation than I do. I’m not sure if I can help you salvage the situation, but I can promise you that I’ll do my best.”

I was aware of the state of Scott Corporation, besieged by troubles both internal and external. It was already commendable that Maxwell chose to stay.

I nodded, looking at him. “I’m grateful that you’re staying

He arched an eyebrow, his expressive eyes studying me. “But don’t be so gloomy. If Scott Corporation really can’t hold up, you still have the Youngs, don’t you? If all else fails, I could always go back to Wall Street and make money to support you.”

The conversation was taking an Increasingly ambiguous turn, and we had known each other for less than ten days.

“No need for that.” I chuckled. “Even if Scott Corporation hits rock bottom, I can keep myself afloat by washing dishes. It’s you I’m worried about, wasting your bright future for nothing.”

He snorted, dropping the documents onto the table. “Enough of that,” he said, “Let’s stop beating around the bush and discuss our next move.”

I nodded, feeling a bit foggy from the overload of recent events. Rubbing my temples, I asked, “Do you have a plan?” He nodded. “The biggest issue for Scott Corporation right now is the hemorrhaging of funds. It’s seriously affecting our operations. Let’s split the job. I’ll stabilize the company’s internal operations, and you’ll focus on recovering the lost funds. Caleb and Benett made off with a hefty sum, and they won’t be able to spend it all in a year or two. So, our priority is to find them and reclaim our money. You know Lake City better than I do, so you’ll have an easier time tracking them down.”

I had no objections to his plan and nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll leave the company in your hands.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the plush leather sofa in the office. “If you’re looking for a way to thank me, how

Chapter 59 Clues

about dinner? I haven’t had a proper meal in days. This lifestyle is running me ragged.” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Seeing his dramatics, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, what do you feel like eating? Dinner’s on me tonight.”

He turned to look at me, a grin on his face. “Are you cooking?”

I paused, taken aback. “My cooking isn’t exactly gourmet. I doubt it’ll be to your liking “I rarely cooked, and my culinary skills were average to say the least.