Chapter 55


    Chapter 55 Is He Your Man?


    Maxwell did not respond to my outburst. Instead, he nced at me and said, “We have enough


    evidence to go to the police now. The only question is how much of the money Caleb took can be


    recovered.”


    Without a second thought, I dialed the police and reported Caleb for embezzlement


    The police were quick to respond, and as they set off, Maxwell and I left the café to head to GleamGate


    Media. As we stepped out, we ran into Idris, who was just leaving the Scott Corporation building. I


    hadn’t seen him since the day I left the hospital.


    Between investigating GleamGate Media and contemting how to approach him about the divorce, I


    had been avoiding him. He was preupied with Moore, just as Madam Young had predicted. He did


    not have much time for me. I was taken aback. I had not expected to run into him here


    Seeing my sudden halt, Maxwell, standing nearby, naturally noticed Idris as well. He quirked an


    eyebrow, a smirk ying on his handsome l*ps as he asked, “Is this your man?”


    Maxwell’s choice of words was blunt and unpolished, something I had grown ustomed to.


    Ignoring hisment, I said, “The police should be at GleamGate Media any minute now. Let’s go.”


    with


    that, I headed straight for the parking lot.


    Before I had taken more than a few steps, Idris was already blocking my path. His dark eyes flicked


    over Maxwell, his expression unreadable, as he grabbed my wrist andmanded, “Come with me.”


    Without waiting for my response, he tugged me towards his car.


    y wrist from


    I had no idea what he was up to, but I had urgent matters to attend to. I tried to pull away, attempting to


    free my his grip, and said with a frown, “Mr. Young, if there’s something you want to discuss, we can do


    it another day, I’m busy right now. Let go of me.”


    He was strong, though. With a slight effort, he almost lifted me off my feet, ignoring my protests and


    heading for his car.


    Growing desperate, I turned to Maxwell, who was standing idly by with his arms crossed, and shouted,


    “Maxwell, are you just going to stand there? Help me!”


    At my plea, Maxwell finally stepped in front of Idris. The two men were of simr height. Maxwell looked


    at Idris and said, ” Mr. Young, it seems Ms. Scott isn’t keen on going with you. You’re forcing her to do


    something she doesn’t want to do.”


    Idris’s dark gaze swept over him, and he growled, “Move.”


    Seeing this, Maxwell turned to me, a helpless expression on his face, and suggested, “Ms. Scott, he


    seems a bit intimidating. Maybe you should just go with him, and I’ll care of the GleamGate Media


    situation?”


    What a waste of a tall man.


    I shot him a disdainful look, my mood souring. “Are you even listening to yourself? If he were a human


    trafficker, would you just stand by and do nothing?”


    He, however, nonchntly folded his arms and said, “He’s good–looking, so the chances of him being


    a human trafficker are slim. Besides, I asked you earlier. He’s your man. I’ve never been in a situation


    where two men are vying for one woman, so I’m not very adept at handling these situations.”


    I was momentarily at a loss for words, frustrated.


    “Done chatting?” Idris interjected, casting a dark nce at Maxwell, his brow furrowed. “I didn’t expect


    Wall Street’s investment prodigy to stoop to working for Scott Corporation. Quite the surprise.”


    Maxwell’s eyes lit up at his words. “Am I really that famous? You know me. That’s fantastic.” After


    saying this, he nced at me, took a step aside, and said, “You can take her away, I won’t stop you.”


    What?


    What was wrong with people these days?


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    I let Idris guide me into the car, no longer resisting. I swallowed my anger and asked, “What do you


    want with me?”


    He did not answer, simply starting the car. The ride was eerily silent.


    It was not until the car pulled up outside Spring Hallmark that I asked, puzzled, “Why have you brought


    me here?”


    Idris got out of the car, not directly answering my question. Instead, he said, “If we’re quick enough, we


    might be able to find Sophia.”


    Before I could make sense of his words, he was pulling me towards Sophia’s house.


    Bt’s house. I had been there once before with him, so I knew which apartment building Sophia


    lived in. By the time we were waiting for the elevator, I had pretty much pieced it together.


    I turned to him and asked, “Did you find something on Bt?”


    He shot me a nce, stating, “Anything you could possibly uncover, Caleb has already covered up. By


    the time you gather your evidence, he’ll likely be out of the country.”


    I was taken aback, blurting out, “Are you saying Caleb has already fled?”