Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 387

Inch’s reaction, although intense, did not surprise me.

It was only natural given the circumstances. After a moment of panic, he quickly regained his composure and restarted the car. He glanced at me and asked, "How did you... find out?"

I pursed my lips, feeling a heavy sense of unease in my heart. "The Youngs have been having one problem after another, and Idris has been targeted multiple times. The police know he's in Lake City, but he hasn't shown himself. He's hiding in the shadows, and it's truly despicable."

Inch pressed his lips together slightly and asked, "So, the police only know he's in Lake City but haven't found him yet?"

I nodded, feeling mentally exhausted. "You should be careful too. This maniac deliberately come to Lake City, and he's undoubtedly targeting us."

He acknowledged with a grunt and fell silent.

Before long, the car arrived at Charlie's villa. Having been here a few times before, I was already familiar with the place. I got out of the car and entered the courtyard. It was cold, and there were hardly any people outside, which made the open space unsettling.

Inside the hall, Charlie was having tea with someone, or rather, he was the one drinking while the other person stood respectfully, seemingly listening to his instructions.

The standing man was someone I had seen a few times before. He had a crew cut, slightly tanned skin, and his facial features resembled those of Southeast Alara’s descendants. He always wore a stern expression, and his aura was quite intimidating. Although I had seen him a few times, I had never spoken to him.

When Charlie saw me arrive, he did not say much to the man. He simply told him, "You can go attend to your duties."

The man nodded and turned to leave.

I was genuinely curious about him and could not help but glance at him a few times. Charlie noticed my gaze and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Is he your type?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly shook my head, furrowing my brows. "I was just curious. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't quite place it."

He chuckled lightly and did not respond to my comment. Instead, he said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see those two little guys."

With that, he stood up and led me upstairs. It must be good to have money as Charlie had dedicated an entire floor of his spacious villa to raise two stray cats. He had even set up several natural cat trees for them. The two little ones seemed to have gotten used to their surroundings. They were playing in the room, and as soon as they saw us, they ran toward us, rubbing against our legs.

Charlie picked up the little female cat and casually handed me the small male cat, saying, "Here, you can play with them."

I was taken aback for a moment but then accepted the little kitten. They had improved a lot since I last saw them. Their fur was much smoother, and both the mother and her kitten had a tricolor coat, which made them look adorable.

"Have you given them names?" I stroked the small kitten, and my tense and nervous emotions from the police station seemed to dissipate.