Facade of Love

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Inquiring about the past

Uncle Marcus nodded, pulled out his phone, and started searching.

He then handed the phone to me. As I looked at the man in the photo, I was left speechless with surprise!

It was Alex-he was involved with Benett’s lover?

This was truly unexpected.

“Does Ms. Scott recognize this man?” Marcus noticed my furrowed brow as I stared at the phone and asked.

I nodded, looking at him, and said, “Marcus, have you reported this to the police yet?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t yet. I was planning to discuss it with you first, then get in touch with the police.”

I hummed in agreement, returning the phone to Marcus. “No need to worry too much about this side for now, Marcus. Can you find me a few skilled and trustworthy people?” I asked. Marcus looked confused. “What are you planning, Ms. Scott?”

I gave him a light smile. There was no need to hide anything. “I need them for a little trip to Macamer. We’re going to kidnap someone.”

“Huh?” Marcus was taken aback, not quite catching on immediately. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I did not elaborate further, I just told him to get ready. As Marcus left, Maxwell turned to me, his eyebrows knitted together. “Is this your grand plan for Macamer?”

“Yes!” I nodded. “Just Caleb and Benett. Plus, we can make use of the police in Macamer.”

Maxwell scoffed, giving me a look of disbelief. “Yvette, you’re being naive. Caleb and Benett must have at least three to five hundred million dollars by now. They’re rich, and rich people always have skilled b*dyguards. You think you can just take a few goons over there and kidnap them? That’s naive.”

His words struck a chord. Of course, Caleb and Benett had made off with a large chunk of the Scott Corporation’s assets. With that much money, they would probably want to wrap themselves in a diamond shield for protection.

Think about it. If an ordinary person suddenly had three to five million in net assets, what would they be thinking? They would probably be dreaming of a carefree life with all that money, while also worrying about keeping themselves and their newfound wealth safe. No one. wants to kick the bucket before they have a chance to enjoy the good life.

Seeing that I was taking his words seriously, Maxwell added, “We need to discuss this Macamer trip with the police and plan it out carefully. Don’t do anything rash.”

I nodded, grasping his point. The police would not turn a blind eye to the illegal funneling of funds. If we could join forces, it would be far better than me trying to solve this alone.

Lost in thought, my cell phone buzzed. It was Officer Jackson’s number. Seeing it, I froze for a moment, then quickly picked up.

“Ms. Scott, I apologize for the interruption,” came Officer Jackson’s voice from the other end. I knew his call was likely about Alex, so I quickly asked, “Officer Jackson, has there been any progress with Alex?”

“Yes, indeed,” Officer Jackson began, “We’ve located the influential person behind Alex domestically. The department is gearing up to take action in the next few days, but I just heard that you’ve also

unearthed new leads on your end, so I wanted to touch base with you.

Benett’s significant other and Alex’s situation?

As soon as Officer Jackson mentioned it, I made the connection and responded, “Yes, Scott Corporation’s funds have been misappropriated, and I’ve been sending people to investigate. We also stumbled upon the connection between Benett’s significant other and Alex.”

“Uh huh!” Officer Jackson acknowledged, then paused before continuing, “This case involves quite a lot of people. Regarding your situation from five years ago, I have some questions for you, Ms. Scott. Do you have some time? Could I invite you for a cup of tea?”

I was somewhat puzzled. Alex and my situation from five years ago were linked, but could Benett’s significant other also be tied to my past?

Without much hesitation, I agreed.

At the tea room just outside the police station, Officer Jackson rushed in, his hurried entrance evident. Upon seeing me, he removed his police cap and apologized, “The station’s been swamped. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

I gave a slight shake of my head, cutting straight to the chase. “Officer Jackson, have you discovered anything?””

He nodded, not even pausing to take a sip of his tea. “Right now, this is just my personal speculation. I asked you here to get your perspective on something. It’s not confirmed, so we can just chat casually.”

I nodded, acknowledging his words with a soft grunt.

Perhaps it was his police officer status, but despite his casual words, I could not help but feel as tense as when I was giving my statement years ago.

Seeing my stern expression, he gave a small smile, not pressing the point further. He dove straight into the matter at hand. “Ms. Scott, could you tell me about your experience at the border that year?”