Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Looking for Someone 

“Just sit and wait here,” Liam suggested, sliding a cup of tea my way. 

I was freaking out on the inside, but 1 knew frealding out would not help, so I plopped down beside him and took a tentative sip of the tea. 

I had not even swallowed when Noah’s gruff voice boomed from outside. “Is Mr. Young here yet? Get our finest tea ready for Mr. Young, pronto!” 

He was already striding in as he called out. 

These seasoned players from the corridors of power always know how to make an entrance. 

The moment he stepped in, he was all smiles, hustling over to Liam with his hand outstretched. “Mr Young, you should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve rolled out the red carpet for you!” 

Liam gave a small, knowing smile and shook his hand lightly “Just got a bit bored at home, so 1 thought I’d drop by for some fun and maybe ask for a little favor.” 

Noah perked up immediately. “Anything you want, just name it. I’ll make sure you have a blast. But a favor? That sounds serious. What could you possibly need from me, Mr. Young?” 

Liam cut to the chase. “A friend of my sister’s went missing around here recently. I need you to get some people on it, help us find her.” 

Noah’s face froze for a second, and he glanced my way, eyes narrowing. He had noticed me the moment he walked in, but this guy was clever–he kept on smiling like he had not seen a thing. 

When Liam mentioned my name, the guy finally looked at me properly. His eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t this a familiar face? You are…?” 

I was not in the mood for small talk. “Yvette. Nice to see you, Mr. Lanier.” 

Noah’s face froze for a second, and then he blurted out, “Oh, it’s you! Moore’s little sister, right? I knew I recognized you. I’ve been overseas for the last couple of years and just returned. I haven’t had a chance to drop by and see your folks yet. How are they holding up?” 

I bit my l*p. He was playing dumb, as usual, pretending he did not know what was going on with the 

Scotts 

Holding back my annoyance, I managed to say, “They’re doing well, thanks.” 

He nodded. “Good to hear, I’ll make sure to visit them soon. Send them my best, will you?” 

I forced a smile, but inside, I was cringing at his act. 

Liam watched the whole exchange with a cool detachment. “Since we’re all friends here, Mr. Lanier, maybe you can help us out with a little problem?” 

Noah laughed lightly, turning to me. “So, little sis, you mentioned a friend of yours got lost around 

here? This place is pretty out of most people’s way, so not many people come by, and those who do come in through the front door. What’s their name? I’ll have someone look into it. If they’ve been hanging out and lost track of time, I’d like to give them a heads–up.” 

He was a pro at playing the fool. 

“Sweety. She’s a journalist,” I said flatly, pulling out my phone to show him Sweety’s picture. 

He took a quick look at the photo and grinned. “Journalists don’t usually show up around here, and I don’t recognize the name. Hang on while I get someone to check it out.”