Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 She Killed Him! 

She whispered something into Noah’s ear. 

I could not catch what she said, but a sleazy grin spread across Noah’s face. He tossed me aside and turned to the smirking Moore. “Are you sure about this?” 

Moore nodded, her gaze icy as she looked at me. “She’s the Scotts‘ heiress, Idris’s ex. A simple death? Boring. Imagine the headlines: ‘Scotts‘ Heiress Dies in Wild Indulgence.‘ Now that’s a story. And if she goes out like that, the cops won’t have a clue it leads back to us, right?” 

Noah’s laugh deepened, a silent seal of approval as he watched Moore. 

She did not waste a moment, pulling a bottle from her pocket and fishing out a few pills. She handed them to Noah. “Your turn, hubby. Make her swallow these.” 

Noah snatched the white pill from her hand and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed my chin and shoved it into my mouth, then followed it with a few aggressive gulps of water. 

I coughed violently, desperately trying to hack up the pill that had been forced on me, but it was no use. The pill had been swallowed, no doubt about it. 

As I swallowed the pill, Noah’s smirk grew even more revolting. He shot a glance at Moore, asking impatiently, “How long before this thing kicks in?” 

Moore watched me with a smirk, “It’ll hit in just a few minutes.” She handed Noah a bottle of water with a sly grin, “Have a drink, clear your throat. You won’t have time to do it later.” 

Her insinuation was crystal clear. 

Noah, looking satisfied, grabbed the water and downed it in one go. 

I stared down Moore, fury and madness threatening to engulf me, “Moore, aren’t you scared of karma for all the evil you’ve done?” 

Moore scoffed, “Karma? What karma? Yvette, I can’t believe you’re so helpless that you’re resorting to threatening me with such nonsense.” 

Anger surged within me, but my b*dy was suddenly ablaze with heat. It felt like a million ants were crawling under my skin, desperate to escape. 

Moore’s smirk grew as she watched me squirm. She turned to Noah and cooed, “Honey, it’s time.” 

Noah’s aging face twisted into an even more nauseating smile as he leaned in close. I pushed back with all my strength, trying to escape. 

With a tearing sound, my clothes started to rip. 

The icy grip of fear and the relentless pain were shattering my sanity over and over. If I died in this grim place today, I knew the fallout would be catastrophic. My death would drag Scott Corporation 

and my mom into a nightmare they would never wake up from. Even Maxwell, with all his clout, 

could not pull a scandal–tainted Scott Corp from the brink, and my mom… she would be lost without Dad, who had just left us. 

Hanging onto these thoughts, I clung to the last shred of sense I had and bit down on Noah’s ear like my life depended on it–because it did. 

“Ah!” His scream echoed as he staggered back, hand clamped over the ear I had just turned into a chew toy. His eyes blazed with a feral rage. He smacked me hard across the face, then, like he had lost all control, ripped off his clothes in a frenzy. 

He lunged at me, wild as a rabid wolf, shredding the little clothing I had left. 

Somehow, the ropes that had me trussed up were gone, untied by his own hands, no doubt to make