Facade of Love

Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Don’t You Want a Divorce?

If my hand was not being forced, I would never want to see that devilish man again. I also knew that if he remained unpunished, countless people would suffer under his tyranny. Lucas was a man that did not deserve to live.

I feared him, but my hatred for him was even stronger!

Facing Officer Jackson, I nodded, uttering, “Alright.”

Seeing my consent, he seemed to exhale in relief, expressing, “Thank you, Ms. Scott.”

I shook my head, recalling Alex’s situation, and questioned him, “Officer Jackson, how did Alex’s lover get involved with Benett?”

It did not make sense. The woman that a fugitive like Alex would be involved with could not possibly be the same one that a man like Benett would choose.

Officer Jackson furrowed his brows slightly, pausing before he replied, “Alex’s lover isn’t as simple as she seems I’ve assigned some people to keep tabs on her. You’ll be notified if anything comes up.”

I nodded. The affairs of the Scott Corporation were pressing. Although I was curious about this mysterious woman, I did not need to waste too much energy on her.

Turning to Alex’s situation, I looked at Officer Jackson, asking, “So, are you guys ready to make a move on Alex?”

Officer Jackson gave a slight shake of his head. “We’re planning to swoop in on Lucas after his party wraps up. If we act too soon, we risk tipping him off. Lucas’s always on high alert, so we can’t make a move just yet.”

His words made sense. I pressed my l*ps together and gave a small nod. It was only a matter of waiting a few more days, and I had time on my side.

The past would catch up eventually. Moore would not be able to dodge her due punishment.

“Oh, right!” I said, as Moore crossed my mind. I turned to Officer Jackson. “Officer Jackson, what’s the plan for Noah’s return home?”

I had asked Sweety to pass this information to the police station earlier. They should be aware of it.

At my question, Officer Jackson looked puzzled for a moment, his brow furrowing. “Noah’s back home?”

I nodded, a bit surprised by his reaction. “You didn’t know?”

He shook his head, a crease forming between his brows. “How did you find out Noah’s back home?”

His question left me a bit confused, but I told him about my encounter with Noah at the small building.

After hearing me out, he gave a slight nod. “Noah’s case isn’t within my jurisdiction. It’s up to the provincial bureau to handle it. We at the station can’t interfere.”

I didn’t quite understand the intricacies, but his words left me a bit stunned. “So, a major criminal returns home, and the higher-ups are just going to ignore it?”

He shook his head slightly. “They won’t ignore it. The leaders are probably working on a plan. We just need to wait for their orders.”

Well, that was how things worked back home. There was not much I could say or do about it.

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After bidding Officer Jackson goodbye, I did not rush back to Scott Corporation. Instead, I took a moment to sit and reflect in the tea room.

I shot a message to Sweety, inviting her to join me for a chat.

She did not take long to arrive. Seeing that I had chosen a tea house for our rendezvous, she slid into the seat next to me and asked, “Since when did you develop a taste for tea?”

I filled her cup with warm tea and replied, “Officer Jackson summoned me here earlier.”

She paused, asking, “Who?” In a flash, she remembered. “The Officer Jackson who handled your case years ago!

I nodded, sharing the news about Alex.

Upon learning that Alex had resurfaced, she exclaimed with joy, “That’s fantastic! That scoundrel is finally going to get his comeuppance, Yvette. After all these years, you’re about to be free from all those baseless accusations.”

I gave a slight nod, saying, “Once Officer Jackson makes his move and Alex spills everything, the truth about the past will finally come to light.”

She nodded in agreement. “Exactly, once everything is sorted out, people won’t keep bringing up your past, and the Youngs won’t have anything left to say about you.”

The mention of the Youngs gave me a headache. I turned to Sweety and said, “Because of this, Madam Young gave me two months to divorce Idris.” Almost a month had already sl*pped by.

“What?” Sweety’s brows furrowed. “How could Madam Young be so heartless? The Scott Corporation is already struggling, and she’s pushing you to divorce Mr. Young. She’s adding insult to injury, it’s just

cruel!”

I pressed my l*ps together, choosing to remain silent, my mind a whirlwind of frustration.

Noticing my troubled look, Sweety furrowed her brows more. “Yvette, are you having second thoughts about divorcing Mr. Young?”