Chapter 141


    Chapter 141 I Will Get Iddy to Marry Me


    I had not even started to ask when Zoe blurted out, “Yvette, guess what I heard? There are a bunch of


    new projects kicking off in Lake City, Down in Southern City, the city hall’s marked off a chunk ofnd


    for themselves, nning to move there. Come next spring, they’ll break ground, and right now, they’re


    gearing up to call for bids.”


    New projects?


    I took a beat, eyeing her curiously. “Where’d you hear that?” Lake City was not exactly sprawling, and


    Scott Corporation had been a fixture for decades. Despite recent hups, we were usually clued in on


    the local buzz. If there were fresh projects brewing, we should’ve caught wind of it way earlier, yet, here


    I was, just as in the dark as Maxwell. It threw me for a loop.


    “My uncle told me,” Zoe piped up. “He’s got a gig at city hall. I was over for dinnerst night, and he


    started chatting about the project funds. It got me thinking about when Maxy said he wanted to hook


    Scott Corporation up with some projects, so I made a point to meet up and fill you in.”


    She finished her spiel and nced over at Maxwell, her face all lit up with a crush that she could not


    quite hide.


    Maxwell, looking a bit overwhelmed by her googly eyes, quickly shifted his gaze to me and said, “If


    she’s got this opportunity, we should definitely throw our hat in the ring for these projects.”


    I nodded, turning back to Zoe. “Did you catch when the bids are going out?”


    Zoe shook her head. “Nope, did not ask.”


    “That’s no sweat,” Maxwell chimed in. “It’s a public tender by the city hall, so they’ll announce it. We


    just need to get our ducks in a row, and sniffing out the when and where should be a breeze.”


    I frowned slightly, feeling a tad uncertain.


    Maxwell noticed my silence and asked, “What’s bothering you?”


    I paused, then said, “I’m just thinking that this might be moreplicated than we thought. Projects


    starting after the New Year should be put out for bids at least six months in advance. But we’re only


    hearing whispers about it from Zoe now, which makes me think someone’s already got their hooks in


    them. By the time they announce the official bids, it’ll probably just be for show. If we throw our hat in


    the ring, we might just end up as sacrificialmbs.


    Maxwell’s brow creased. “I hadn’t considered that.


    I sighed. It was the worst–kept secret around: everyone was after the golden goose, but there were


    only so many eggs to go around. Getting your hands on one? That was all about who you knew.


    The whole ‘open bidding spiel was just a smokescreen to make the process look legitimate to those


    on the outside.


    After a brief silence, I turned to Zoe “Hey Zoe, could you do us a solid and dig up the details on when


    the bidding starts. Find out who’s running the show for this project.”


    “Yeah, I’ll check with my uncle,” she replied.


    Once we wrapped up our talk, Zoe and Maxwell got busy with the menu, and I headed to the restroom.


    Coming back from the restroom, I had a stroke of luck or maybe not. I spotted a couple of familiar faces


    in one of the private rooms at the end of the corridor: Madam Young and Moore. Running into either of


    them separately would not have fazed me, but finding them together, seemingly hashing out


    some deal? That was a surprise.


    What exactly Moore and Madam Young were hashing out, I could not tell, but things definitely went


    south when Madam Young, in a fit of rage, chucked her teacup straight at Moore, yelling, “Moore,


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    Moore just sat there, cool as a cucumber, and did not even flinch when the teacup came flying. She


    took the hit right on the forehead, and in no time, a red bump bloomed on her pale skin.


    With no one else around, Moore shot Madam Young a defiant smirk and taunted, “Why would not I


    dare? You’ve seen the divorce papers Yvette handed Iddy, right? Once Iddy signs off, I’m going to


    make sure he marries me So what if you’re against it now? Let’s face it, you’re not getting any younger,


    and you’ll be six feet under soon enough. Even if Iddy ys the good son and listens to you, you can’t


    call the shots forever. Just so you know, the second you’re gone, who Iddy chooses is none of your


    business.