Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Trying to Buy Me for a Hundred thousand? 

I did not want to discuss more over the phone, so I asked him to text me the address. I hung up, ready to hop in the car and leave. Just as I was about to get in, Idris yanked me back. I was annoyed by his interruption, and with a frown, I shot him a glare. “What’s the matter, Idris?” 

He glanced at my leg and said, “You’re planning to drive in this condition?” 

Catching his gaze, I noticed the scrape on my leg for the first time. I had nicked it while hastily scaling the wall. It was a bloody mess, looking rather gruesome, but it was not serious. Thus, I had not given it much thought. 

I pressed my l*ps together, not in the mood for idle chatter, and said flatly, “I’m fine.” 

With that, I made to get back in the car, but he hoisted me into the passenger seat without a word. After buckling me, he slid into the driver’s seat and fired up the engine. 

I was long accustomed to his antics. Busy with tasks at hand, I did not feel like wasting more time with him. I pulled up the address Maxwell had sent me and said, detached, “Drive there, please.” 

We reached our destination in no time. 

Maxwell had stashed our guy in an abandoned factory 

As we pulled up, he was perched on the hood of a derelict truck outside, waving us over from a distance. “Over here!” 

He sat there, legs crossed and a wild grass stalk hanging from his mouth, looking every bit like a street tough. 

“What do you think? Do I look like a gang leader?” He hopped off the hood, dusted his clothes, and asked me with a cheeky grin. 

I forced a laugh and replied with a smirk, “You sure think highly of yourself. Where’s our guy? 

Not getting the response he wanted, he clicked his tongue and lazily pointed towards the factory. “Inside. Go on in!” 

I had assumed Maxwell merely tied the guy up. To my surprise, when Idris and I entered, we found Doctor Miller bound hand and foot, dangling from a beam. His mouth was gagged, leaving him hanging from the ceiling, whimpering but unable to speak. 

“This guy’s got some nerve. I was planning on having a civil chat with him, but he tried to bribe me.” Maxwell followed us in, grumbling. “Offered me a hundred thousand to let him walk. Do I look like I’m worth only a hundred thousand? The nerve!” 

A twitch tugged at the corner of my mouth as I shot him a sidelong glance. “You strung him up over a hundred thousand?” I asked. 

He rolled his eyes. “What else? He’s seriously underestimating me. I can’t stand it when people look down on me. He should have offered more. What can a hundred thousand even do? 

Should i be relieved that Doctor Miller was not exactly rolling in money? Otherwise, I might not have been able to nab this guy. 

I took a deep breath, turning to Maxwell. “Let him down, will you?” With him hanging that 

high, if we wanted to interrogate him, his neck would not be able to take it. 

Maxwell nodded, brandishing a small knife from who knows where, and sliced through the hanging rope. Doctor Miller plummeted to the ground, his face contorting in pain.