Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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.”

course, and there

gaze fell; there went

that cake in Remington’s eyes – all glitz on the surface, but easily discarded, not worth a second

picked up

the corners of his lips

watched Lizetta come towards him with

it for her, but Lizetta walked straight to the front of the car instead.

her stand in front of the car, locking eyes with

and flipped the box, splattering the

and it slowly slid down,

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

icy stare, and Lizetta couldn’t help but

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

black leather jacket pulled up

million–dollar windshield as a canvas.”

blonde locks and red lips as well as heing eyes

kid’s whistle died before it

car’s not worthy of

off the hood and strode over to his bike’s pillion seat.

roll.” Lizetta patted the kid’s shoulder.

the chosen one, triumphing over a multimillion–dollar

the man who got out of the car,

this plot.” The kid shouted to Lizetta as he lowered the visor, “Buckle up,

his waist, and with a thunderous rev, the bike

the car, only catching a

half a minute, Cedric scrambled to the road, gaping at a windshield smeared with a few strokes of cream yet unmistakably depicting