Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 27

Remington’s gaze was icy as he glanced over, and Timothy had to cough to maintain his

composure.

“Who has Mr. Dashiell managed to anger for them to prank you like this? Quite bold.”

The others caught on after hearing this.

True, with Remington’s status, if he really had such issues, he would’ve sought private treatment from a team of specialists long ago, instead of entertaining all these randoms self–promoting online, right?

Thankfully it was just a prank, or else wouldn’t they all be at risk of being silenced for good?

“That’s way out of line!”

“Mr. Dashiell has got to get to the bottom of this and find the sneaky little weasel behind

it.”

Everyone echoed in with agreement, while Remington’s phone kept ringing. The man’s face was stone–cold as he cut off the screen projection and silenced his phone before speaking in a deep voice,

“Let’s continue.”

After the meeting, as soon as he got back to his office, Timothy couldn’t hold back and sprawled out on the couch, clutching his stomach.

“Remi, it must be little Lizetta’s doing, right? Haha, haven’t seen her in years, and she’s still so interesting.”

remembered back in high school, Remington had somehow offended Lizetta, and the girl sneakily gave him a full set of gel nails in the middle of the night, the kind that you can’t scrape

the next day Remington had an inter–school basketball game, and he played with those shiny nails

got stomach cramps just thinking about it; he even saved a photo on his computer, truly a dark spot in Remington’s

dare to prank Remington like that is Lizetta.

a straight face, “Two details in the project proposal aren’t cutting it, revise

face, “Come on, I’ll stop, alright? By the way, I haven’t seen little

keep her hidden away forever, Mr.

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his phone, and the

away his phone and massaged his temples, just about to kick Timothy out when the office door opened,

express

frowned, his eyes landing on the

was a bit excited, taking

kind of romance game?

the parcel,

you that free?”

shrugged, “Looking at how cherished

he could tell Remington was genuinely in a bad mood, so he tactfully left the office.

the deal with your boss

about what Lizetta sent, but he didn’t dare say it and quickly left with

nervous smile.

Inside the office.

a thud, a wedding

it was carelessly stuffed into an express bag, along with