Facade of Love

Chapter 85

Chapter 85 I love him more than you think

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

Moore looked confused. “Then you…”

I gave a small smile, watching her puzzled face. “I’ll get to the bottom of what happened back then. And the pain you caused me, I’ll make sure you feel it too. So, Moore, there will never be á cooperation between us. Don’t come looking for me in the future. I won’t help you, and I certainly won’t work with you.”

“You…” She glared at me, the malice on her face no longer hidden. “Fine. If that’s how you want it, don’t blame me for not recognizing you as my sister.”

Sister?

I laughed, a mocking look in my eyes. “Moore, we might be sisters in name, but we were never sisters at heart.”

Seeing my reaction, she let out a cold laugh. “That’s true,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. But Yvette, have you forgotten? Even if I’m not the Scotts’ daughter, legally, I’m still their child. I have a stake in Scott Corporation.”

I narrowed my eyes, watching her with caution. “What are you planning?”

She laughed again, a chilling sound. “Our father left in such a rush that he probably did not have the time to draft a will. So, I have a claim to the Scott Corporation shares in his name. What do you think would happen if I stirred up a legal battle over the Scotts’ daughter fighting for her share?”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Our father had indeed left without a will. By law, Moore could inherit a third of his shares and wealth. She could claim this third without any legal battle, and with a lawsuit, it would be even more certain.

Scott Corporation had just regained its footing. If another legal battle were to erupt, the public opinion alone could send the company’s stock prices tumbling.

I pressed my l*ps together, pushing down the surge of resentment and anger. “Moore,” I said, my voice steady. “what do you really want?”

“Convince Idris not to send me to France,” she said, her pare

unwavering. “Since you know Noah is back, let’s be frank. He’s been eyeing Young Corporation’s assets for years and is planning to take Idris down.”

Her words did not catch me off guard. I simply gazed at her with a calm expression, waiting for her to go on.

She continued, “It’s true, Noah placed me by Idris’s side. But I never intended to harm Iddy. Yvette, I love him more than you could possibly imagine, so I would never hurt him. I stay with him only to help. With me there, at least in a crisis, I know where Noah, that snake, will strike.” From NôvelDrama.Org.

I stayed silent, my l*ps pressed together. How much of Moore’s words were believable, and how much were not, I could not tell anymore.

Looking at her, I said, “You should go to Idris, not me.”

She shook her head, a hint of despair in her eyes. “Iddy is a responsible person. Even if he doesn’t love you, because you’re his wife, if you care, he would let me go. Yvette, if you truly see him as your husband, you should let me help him, not ignore the situation.”

I could not help but laugh, finding her logic flawed. “Moore, isn’t your thinking a bit off? If you truly wanted to help Idris, you should have told him Noah’s intentions when Noah returned home, not use pregnancy as an excuse to move into the Youngs’ house, taking over their lives, and now you’re powerless and trying to guilt-trip me.”

Seeing that I was unmoved, she became somewhat angry, glaring at me. “Yvette, I’m asking you for a favor, but you’re so self-righteous. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be Iddy’s wife.”

Having no interest in continuing the conversation, I shooed her out of my office.

As I settled back into my chair, I could not help but narrow my eyes slightly. I knew Moore all too well. She saw asking for my help as a humiliation, something she would not do unless she had no other choice.

Why did she keep begging me about leaving Lake City, though?

“So, she realized that pleading with Idris was pointless, and that’s why she turned to me, hoping I’d give in? But would not it make more sense for her to ask Madam Young to let her stay, rather than coming to me? Could it be that Madam Young discovered the child she’s carrying isn’t Idris’s? As I mulled over this, my phone rang.

It was Mr. Zachary. It had been a while since I had heard from him, so I was taken aback. After a moment’s hesitation, I answered. Mr. Zachary’s voice came through, “Mrs. Young, are you occupied at the moment? Madam Young asked me to fetch you for a visit to the old manor.”

I was momentarily stunned, then replied, “I’m not particularly busy, but Mr. Zachary, there’s no need for you to pick me up. I can head over after work.” There was a brief pause from Mr. Zachary before he said, “Madam Young wants you to come now. I’m waiting downstairs at the Scott Corporation building.”

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