Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256 Detention! 

I snapped back to reality, almost forgetting that Jack had shown up at the old manor, begging for mercy for Christina. The moment the story blazed across the trending news, he realized his chance and quickly tipped off the press. They swarmed me at the manor and stirred up chaos at the police station. 

If it got out that I was still free while under suspicion, the Youngs and the cops would be in the middle of a media typhoon. Just like Officer Jackson warned, everyone would scream foul play, accusing them of being in cahoots with the elite and twisting the law. If this thing exploded, it would be a total mess. 

Nobody would get off scot–free. 

“Jack, the guy is… seriously cutthroat.” 

1 actually believed his heartfelt plea to Idris showed he realized his fallures as a parent and wanted to turn things around. The question that came to mind now was whether someone’s dark side could really change that easily. 

Idris piloted the boat to the lake’s far shore, where Ensio was already waiting in a 

a car. 

Under the cover of night, Idris ushered me into the vehicle, and we made a beeline for the police station. 

Outside just as Officer Jackson had described: a few hundred reporters. 

the police station, it w were camped out, some just there for the thrill of it all. 

The cops had the station lobby entrance on lockdown, with reporters clamoring to get in and verify if I was there. 

There was no sign of Officer Jackson. He was probably inside. 

There was no way I could waltz in through the front door. Unsure if another way in existed, I dialed Officer Jackson’s number with no other choice. 

He picked up right away, his voice tense. “Ms. Scott, are you here?” 

“Yeah, I’m at the front, but it’s a media circus out here. I don’t think I can slip in unnoticed,” I told him. 

His voice came through the phone with a brief pause, “There’s just one way in and out.” Just one! 

I felt a wave of panic. With a single exit, unless those reporters scattered, the second I stepped out, I would basically be broadcasting that I had not been at the station. 

My forehead creased with worry. It seemed Officer Jackson was mulling over options too because he went quiet. 

Idris, with his gaze fixed on the reporters crowding the entrance, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. After a silent moment, he grabbed the phone from me and said, “We need a women’s police uniform delivered here.” 

Officer Jackson stuttered, “You’re…” 

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Idris hung up without elaborating and sent Ensio out to pick up a few other necessities. 

A police uniform was delivered courtesy of Officer Jackson before long, and Idris motioned for me to change into it. 

I had a hunch about his plan and hesitated. “Even in uniform, I’ll stick out. If I’m spotted and it hits the news, we will be in a world of trouble.” 

Idris looked at me, his calmness unshaken. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.” 

His confidence was inspiring, and I found myself believing him. I quickly changed in the backseat of the car. Shortly thereafter, Ensio came back, arms full of makeup. 

I was handed the makeup and blurted out, “Won’t makeup just draw more eyes?” 

Idris, ever the man of few words, handed me a bottle of foundation and instructed, “Make your skin more tan. It’s night, so with a hat on and a tan, you’ll be less likely to be spotted.” 

He had thought of everything. 

Everything was nearly set. I was about to slip out of the car and sneak in when Idris caught my arm and said, “Hold up.”