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Chapter 193 Trouble with his legs?
The guy looked older by his build, and it was clear he had trouble with his legs.
I thought back to the guy I had been chatting with in the private room, hidden behind a
screen. Was that Inch’s buddy, Charlie Yates? He said he could not come out to greet me
because of his legs, right?
Why did any of that matter to me? He did not show his face, but still agreed to meet and
hear my thanks. If Inch was here, why didn’t he join us for the meal?
“Madam, what’s up?” Ensio caught my stare and checked in.
I shook my head, “It’s nothing,” I said.
Ensio revved the engine, and we left the restaurant behind.
In the rearview mirror, I watched Inch help the man into the car. I could not catch what
they said, but Inch was all nods and respectful before he climbed into the driver’s seat.
Watching them, I frowned. This felt oddly familiar, like watching Idris and Ensio together.
Inch had said they were just friends, but this looked more like boss and worker.
I let the suspicion slide. After all, they had helped me. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and
pretended to doze off, but inside, I was still buzzing from Idris’s reaction earlier.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a brief pause, I finally broke the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr. Candor, what were Mr.
Young and Jack hashing out tonight?”
I was really trying to figure out if the evening’s drama was going to mess with things for
Idris.
Ensio gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and replied with a
serious tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier just asked Mr. Young out to dinner and said it was
for old time’s sake.”
“For old time’s sake?” I raised an eyebrow. When big shots in business and government
say they’re just reminiscing, you know there’s more to the story.
Ensio grunted a yes and added, “Word is the head honcho of Lake City’s getting shipped
off to Capital City for a new gig. Lately, a bunch of Lake City folks have been hitting up Mr.
Young, all under the guise of a walk down memory lane.”
Ensio’s words hit me like a lightning bolt. I had totally forgotten the fact that the Youngs‘
investments were a big deal, not just here but everywhere. Young Corporation’s finances
could make or break Lake City’s annual numbers. Idris was a major player there.
With Lake City’s big shot on the move, it was a domino effect. Jack’s meet–up with Idris
was clearly more than just a friendly chat.
That explained why Jack was tiptoeing around Idris earlier, not daring to lay a finger on
me. He was playing a more complex game.
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I took a deep breath and stared blankly out the window, my mind a whirlwind. Idris
stepping in earlier… was he looking out for me, or just saving his own reputation?
Mom and Maxwell were still back in Lorrell, and my place felt way too quiet. So, I asked
Ensio to drop me off at Sweety’s apartment instead.
As I nudged the door open, the living room was aglow, yet eerily empty. The only sign of
life was a voice drifting from the bedroom–it sounded like someone was on a phone call. I
sl*pped off my shoes and tiptoed toward the bedroom to say hi to Sweety.
Sweety was perched on the tiny balcony, phone in hand, her legs folded beneath her. I
could not catch who was on the other end, but her voice was a gentle murmur, “I’m okay,
just had a rough night’s sleep. It’s been a while, but I guess I’m still a bit shaken. Talking
to you helps a lot, though. Thanks for that.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI flopped onto the bed, curiosity piqued. Could she be dating someone? She whipped
around, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped, “When did you sneak in? You’re like a ghost. I
didn’t even hear you!”
Her jittery reaction cracked me up. “I just got here. What’s up? You look like you’ve been
caught red- handed. Spill it. Who’s on the line? Got a secret sweetheart?”
She shook her head, murmuring into the phone, “Gotta go, thanks for putting up with my
chatter. Catch you
later.”
After a quick goodbye, she hung up, her gaze flitting to me and her cheeks tinged with a
telltale blush, “Have you… had your dinner yet?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I grabbed a bite. How about you? Did the food I ordered hit the spot?” I
had not made it home for dinner, so I had arranged for her favorite takeout to be
delivered.
She gave a noncommittal grunt, clearly onto my next question, but she turned the tables
on me. “Why so late? Who were you out with?”
“Just a buddy,” I said, eyeing her. “So, are you keeping a love story from me?”
Chapter 194 To the Police Station to Find Moore
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