Facade of Love

Chapter 58

Chapter 58 He’s worried I’ll fret over you

The colossal Scott Corporation was on the brink of disaster. If the funds dried up, all operations would grind to a halt, leaving the corporation in a vulnerable position.

With this in mind, I turned to Maxwell “The Scott Corporation, as it stands, may be beyond saving. You…

When will my appointment be announced?” Maxwell interrupted, his dark eyes coolly fixed on me. He was handsome, and his gaze always seemed to carry a hint of disdain.

His words caught me off guard, and I blurted out, “You’re choosing to stay?”

He frowned, clearly annoyed. “What? You drag me in to help you, and now you’re ready to toss me aside? Yvette, you’re treating me like a disposable rag, aren’t you?”

I quickly shook my head. “Of course not. Fine, I’ll have my uncle announce your appointment as CEO of Scott Corporation immediately.”

I had initially misunderstood Maxwell’s situation. I had assumed that the shareholders would object to his presidency without a clear understanding of where the three million dollars had gone.

After hearing Idris’s high praise of him, though, I did some digging into Maxwell’s background. It turned out he was a bona fide genius, a standout even among the brilliant minds of Wall Street. His joining Scott Corporation was something the old shareholders would welcome with open arms.

Maxwell finally seemed satisfied with my words. He glanced past me at Idris, who was stepping out of the car behind me, and said with a slight frown, “Your man is quite handsome. I rather like him.”

I was left speechless.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, my gaze drifting towards him. My l*ps twitched as I said, “Such a waste. You’re quite the looker.”

Catching my gaze, he clicked his tongue, instinctively shielding himself.

He then knocked my forehead. “Clear your head of all that nonsense. I’m into women. I’m straight!”

His tap stung, and I could not help but rub my forehead. I retorted, “If you’re so straight, why do you keep praising a man’s looks?”

He looked at me with disdain, speechless. “You’re supposed to be educated, Miss Scott. Are you so close–minded? Women can appreciate other women’s beauty, but men can’t do the same? What’s wrong with complimenting something that’s pleasing to the eye?”

I had to admit, he had a point. I was left speech, unable to argue. Seeing Idris approaching us, I turned to Maxwell. “If you’re so into good looks, just look in the mirror when you get home. That should be pleasing enough.”

He snorted, his face full of arrogance. “I don’t need you to tell me that. I know I’m handsome.”

I forced a laugh. “Yes, you certainly are.”

Maxwell was about to reply, but noticing Idris standing behind me, he turned to him. “Mr. Young, we meet again.” Idris looked at him, his l*ps slightly pursed, and he responded with a nonchalant hum. Then he turned to me. “In Greek mythology, the narcissistic god Narcissus ended up dying by the water after staring at his reflection, turning into a daffodil. Your father didn’t bring him into Scott Corporation for you to waste time admiring him and turning into a lifeless daffodil.”

For a moment, I was taken aback. Maxwell, however, wore a look of displeasure. “Mr. Young, we don’t have any issues, do we? It’s not fair to talk about me like that.”

Idris shot him a glance. “Now that you’re part of Scott Corporation, do your job.”

He then turned to me again. “I’ll come to pick you up later. Don’t overwork yourself. Too much stress isn’t good for you or the baby.” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Chapter 58 He’s worried I’ll fret over you

As I watched Idris leave, I was utterly baffled.

Maxwell made a tsking sound, clearly not pleased. “Am I too good–looking for him? He even used Greek mythology to mock me. Is that supposed to be impressive?”

I shifted my gaze, looked at Maxwell, and chose not to say much. That was just how Idris was, always criticizing but never resorting to foul language.

There were other pressing matters. Maxwell and I entered Scott Corporation, ready to discuss the situation with Caleb and Benett. They had taken a significant amount of assets from Scott Corporation. If we did not handle the aftermath properly, the corporation would be ruined. It would be a problem far greater than three million dollars.

Thinking about all this, I felt a headache coming on.

In the elevator, Maxwell looked at me, tilting his head. “Are you pregnant?”

I was taken aback, remembering what Idris had said earlier. I pressed my l*ps together, neither confirming nor denying

Seeing this, Maxwell chuckled. “It seems your man is quite protective of you. He’s afraid I might be interested in you, so he deliberately mentioned your pregnancy.”