Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 436

Why? Everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction!

Clap, clap…! Applause echoed in the empty mountains, sharp and distinct.

I followed the sound and saw none other than Lucas, who I thought had already left with the delivery team, standing not far away. The applause came from the sharp claps of his well-defined hands, creating a piercing sound.

"Yvette, thank you for helping me kill him," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "For all these years, I've been thinking about how to get rid of this police officer who was wasting my food supply. Unexpectedly, you've taken that burden off my shoulders."

I furrowed my brows, looking at him with confusion and not understanding what he meant.

"Dad!" Suddenly, a deep and familiar voice roared. It was a voice I had not heard in a long time.

I took a sharp breath and turned to see Gregory rushing toward us, followed by a grief-stricken Idris. His eyes were fixed on Chandler, who had stopped breathing. Idris’ breathing was labored.

A few seconds later, he looked at me, his gaze landing on my hand gripping the curved knife. He seemed thunderstruck, staring at me with disbelief and despair. "Yvette..."

In a matter of seconds, I finally understood the meaning behind Lucas' words just now.

It was a trap. Everything had been a trap from the moment I arrived at the border. He was just waiting for this very moment.

I retracted my hand in panic while looking at Idris. I wanted to tell him that it was not what it looked like, but my hands were stained with Chandler's blood, and there was no one else here with me except Chandler. From the beginning, I had been the only one by his side. Not to mention the words Lucas had said earlier.

Seeing Chandler's lifeless body—or rather, Kobe’s—Idris forgot about the electrified fence, frantically trying to break through it. Fortunately, Gregory held him back desperately.

Touching the electrified fence would mean certain death.

As I realized the truth, I looked at Lucas. He looked back at me, his thin lips appearing indifferent and his dark eyes as cold as ever. That self-satisfied expression of his was particularly irritating.