Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 337

Chapter 337 The Youngs Are Not Short of Money

"It's not him!" I spoke, not wanting to explain the events that occurred after they left Lake City Ladded, "I knew about this matter before, and the police also discovered the issue earlier. They said it wouldn't leak, but it suddenly did today. It seems someone was intentionally walling around, and Idris is now in trouble. I can't avoid this either."

Maxwell, for once, did not make any sarcastic remarks. After a brief silence, he said, "The

trouble with this situation is that the police can't find the real suspect. There's no evidence, but everything points to Idris. The public opinion storm it's causing is not to be underestimated."

I pursed my lips. We had thought about this situation a few days ago.

Now, we needed to figure out what to do, but proving the innocence of someone wrongly accused was already a ludicrous task in itself.

Unable to come up with a solution, I could not stay in my office any longer. The sky over Lake City was gloomy, and the impending snow added to the sense of oppression, making my mood even more restless.

Before the end of the workday, I grabbed my bag and left.

However, as soon as I reached the ground floor, I was suddenly surrounded by a group of people. Before I could react, something cold hit my forehead, followed by a sticky and foul-smelling sensation. "Murderer, profiteer, heartless scum!" Angry voices filled the air all around me.

I looked around in confusion. My mind went blank. What was happening?

The company's security arrived promptly, but they had not been prepared in advance. I found myself surrounded, unable to escape the torrent of insults and anger directed at me.

I instinctively covered my head, trying to flee. An overwhelming sense of fear washed over me. Then, I was pushed and fell to the ground, and someone stepped on the back of my hand, causing intense pain and fear to surge through me in an instant.

"Make way!" I heard a familiar voice in the chaotic crowd. Within moments, I was pulled up, and a familiar voice roared in my ear, "Yvette, are you okay?"

I shook my head, finally recognizing the person in front of me: it was Idris.

The insults from the crowd continued, but they were now kept at a distance.

Seeing my bewildered expression, Idris half-supported me and helped me into a car.

During the car ride, I remained silent for a long time while Idris used tissues to clean the dirt from my face and body.

The car drove straight to Clearwater Residence, as it was only a few minutes away. By the time we arrived, I had regained iny composure.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes in my bedroom, there was a knock on the door, followed by Idris' voice. "Can I come in?"

"Please do," I replied, my voice slightly hoarse.

Chapter 337 The Youngs Are Not Short of Money

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Idris had already changed into a different outfit: a black suit that accentuated his tall and lean figure. As he entered the bedroom, his handsome face carried a hint of guilt. "I'm sorry I got you involved in this."

He was referring to the incident that had just occurred.

I pursed my lips, realizing why I had been suddenly attacked earlier, Jack had been killed, while Christina was imprisoned and humiliated, and Moore had been persecuted in prison. All of them had once harmed me, and each of these incidents was somehow connected to Idris. Human nature tended to prey on the weak.

The police had no evidence, and the Youngs were a powerful family with a dominant presence in Lake City for years. No one dared to confront the Youngs directly, but everyone wanted to be a self-proclaimed champion of justice. So they picked me.

I felt a slight chill and a mild stinging sensation on the back of my hand. Lowering my gaze, I saw that Idris had already taken out a first aid kit to tend to my wounds.

When I tried to retract my hand, he held it firmly. "Don't move. The weather is cold, and delaying the treatment could lead to scarring."

Watching his careful movements, I felt dazed. My voice was hoarse as I asked, "How are things on your end?"

He did not lift his gaze, his beautiful eyes still focused on the wound on the back of my hand. He replied, "I'm fine. Starting tomorrow, I'll arrange for bodyguards to be with you."

I pursed my lips and said, "I didn't mean that. With the public opinion turning against the Youngs, what about your..."

After applying the ointment, he looked up at me with a calm expression. "No matter how bad public opinion becomes, the worst that can happen is the stock prices plummeting. The Youngs are not short of money, so don't worry."

I mumbled in agreement. Alright, they had deep pockets.

After a pause, I asked, "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't kill those people, and it's the police's job to investigate. As for public opinion, it seems the other party wishes for me to suppress it. In that case, let the storm rage. Just be careful during this time and don't go wandering around recklessly."

At first, I did not understand, and it took me a few seconds to catch on. I looked at him and asked, "Are you trying to uncover the mastermind behind all this chaos?"

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