Chapter 29

Cedric stood cautiously by the car, piping up gingerly.

“Boss, the missus might not have caught your drift. Want me to go fetch her?”

“No need, just drive!” The man’s deep voice was the epitome of indifference.

Not daring to chitchat, Cedric hopped in the car and took off.

As the car slowly passed the slender figure on the roadside, the man’s cold sneer followed.

“What, no grub and the car won’t go?”

Sweat beaded on Cedric’s forehead, and just as he floored it, a big box came flying in from behind.

“Dump it.”

Cedric slowed down in a hurry and turned to see a cake box wedged between the seats; his face was a picture of hesitation.

Remington leaned back in his seat, with his eyes slightly lifting, and gave Cedric the

once–over.

“She doesn’t give a hoot about it; the alley cats and dogs aren’t so fussy.”

Cedric, with a heavy heart, stepped out and ditched the cake box on the curb.

Just then, Lizetta walked up, and Cedric quickly whispered under his breath.

“Madam, it was the boss‘ orders.”

collision course,

fell; there went a cake worth thousands.

Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the

and picked up

unfold, and the corners of his lips curled

as he watched Lizetta come towards

handle, ready to open it for her, but

stand in front of the car, locking eyes with

flipped

the glass, and it slowly slid down, obscuring Remington’s view.

a knee on the hood, leaned in and started drawing on the

came an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t help but

get the confidence to think she’d just hop into his car at the snap of

near as a biker kid in a black leather jacket pulled up beside the car, then he rested a leg on the

a million–dollar windshield

her hair; her blonde locks and

her distractingly gorgeous, and the kid’s

the car’s not worthy

crossed his mind, the beauty hopped off the hood and strode over to his bike’s pillion seat.

roll.” Lizetta patted

chosen one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar car with underdog

middle finger to the man who got out

kid shouted to Lizetta

arms around his waist, and with a thunderous rev, the bike shot off like a bolt of

catching a glimpse

a windshield smeared with

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