Chapter 402 You Can''t Give Me What I Want


    "Yvette!" His gaze locked onto mine, fingers digging into the tabletop and his lips a thin, tight line.


    His Adam''s apple bobbed, a tremor in his voice betraying his distress. "Even if you have fallen for


    Charlie, why the rush to leave? You''re ready to ditch your mom, the whole Scott Corporation, and


    your life in Lake City for him? Does he even care about you enough to justify throwing everything


    away?"


    "Mr. Young, you might as well have asked me that question." A voice cut through the tension from


    behind me, and a dark figure materialized at my side: Lucas.


    Idris''s face darkened at the sight of him. Lucas met his re, unfazed by the hostility, and


    challenged him, "Idris, I love Yvette just as much as you do, if not more. I''m ready to love her and


    only her for the rest of my days, to give her my heart, my soul, even my life. Can you say the


    same?"


    Idris bristled, his dark eyes narrowing. "I…”


    Lucas cut him off with a coldugh, "Don''t say you can, Idris. You betrayed Yvette on New Year''s


    Eve. Did you really think she was clueless? That sordid story with the reporter that you paid a


    fortune to hush up—she''s seen it all."


    Idris froze, his eyes flicking to me in a mix of panic and shock I had never witnessed on his perfect


    face.


    His reaction sent a sharp pain through my heart. Ever since that scandal broke, despite the


    damning footage, I had never once doubted Idris. I had convinced myself it was all Lucas''s doing.


    With today''s tech, anyone''s face can be swapped into any video. No matter how convincing it


    looked, I refused to believe it was true.


    However, the look on Idris''s face said it all. Things were not ying out as I had imagined in my


    head.


    I eyed Idris, needing to know for sure. "So, you and Alice are actually...?"


    His brows knitted together, his voice a rough whisper, "That night, I..."


    "No need to spell it out," I cut him off, a weird fear bubbling up inside me. I told him straight,


    "Whatever’s going on with you two, it''s none of my business anymore. You don''t owe me any


    exnations about who you’re into or who you love, right?"


    I was being a chicken, for sure. I would rather cling to my doubts than hear him confirm he was


    tangled up with someone else. I preferred to stick to my original theory—that all of this was just one


    of Lucas''s sick games, and Idris was trapped, having no choice in the matter.


    The way he reacted was unsettling...


    I could not even look at him anymore. I turned to Lucas and said, "We should get going."


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    Lucas shot Idris a smug look and smirked. "Mr. Young, Yvette and I will see you outside the local


    office in two hours. You two can pick up your divorce papers. After that, you are both free to go your


    separate ways, no strings attached."


    Idris stayed quiet, but I felt his eyes on me. I did not return the look. I knew the hurt he was feeling,


    the hopelessness and heartache in his eyes.


    I walked out of the club with Lucas, yanking my hand away from his grip and climbed into the car,


    my face nk, my heart sinking. If I could, I would not spend another second with him.


    Lucas did not seem to mind. He plopped down beside me and nodded at Inch, our driver, "Drive."


    As we pulled away, I stared out the window, lost in the blur of passing scenery. After a long silence, I


    turned to him, my voice icy. "Happy now?"


    The guy next to me let out a low, self-satisfied chuckle. "Not bad, but..." Lucas''s voice trailed off,


    and he paused dramatically. "This isn''t nearly enough."


    …


    My brows furrowed, and I whipped around, my eyes zing as I stared him down. "Lucas, what


    more do you want? You promised that if I did what you asked, you wouldn''t hurt him anymore."


    He let out a coldugh, his dark eyes lifting with a hint of scorn. "Really? After he betrayed you,


    you''re still hung up on him? Yvette, that doesn''t make me happy."


    The rage bubbling inside me was pushed down as I looked away and bit my lip. "So, what do you


    want me to do to make you happy?"


    ncing down, he toyed with his hand in aid-back way and said coolly, "What I want is beyond


    your reach."


    I frowned. What was he going on about now?


    After a moment, he casually looked up at me and said, "Let''s go eat first."


    We had stopped outside a private garden. He pulled me from the car, and we walked into the yard,


    then into a secluded courtyard. Once we sat down, the server came by and asked, "Should we start


    serving the food now?"