Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 72

Remington just gave her a smile with a hooked lip. “No worries.”

The man, slightly tipsy, had that extra bit of a roguish charm compared to his usual cool and lofty demeanor.

His shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a collarbone hidden in the dim light, which glowed with a blush; it was deadly sexy.

The room was buzzing with teasing: Evelina blushed, and her eyes on him were brimming with tender affection, oozing charm like nobody’s business.

Lizetta suddenly felt that winning was so overrated, and her eyes burned a tad.

“Got into a spat with Remi? Come on, Lucian will show him who’s boss.”

Lucian chimed in; standing up and pulling Lizetta to her feet, she announced loudly.

“I’m done here, I’m gonna take Litchi for a spin on the dance floor.”

Lizetta followed him, and the two quickly left the private room.

Once Lizetta was gone, Lulu perked up.

She hadn’t won a single game; didn’t she have any pride? Thumping her leg, she shook the dice cup and rolled a couple of fours before she prodded Evelina.

“Hurry it up. Ms. Hawthorne, your turn.”

Next to her, Remington had been giving off a frosty vibe ever since Lizetta left.

Evelina, distracted, made a careless throw.

“Ahaha, I won, I won, drink up!”

Lulu shoved a glass into Evelina’s hand, who turned to pass it to Remington, “Remi.”

But Remington wouldn’t even glance at her, and he said coldly.

“Heh, you think I’m some kind of drink buddy?”

from his wife, what’s this dirty, stinky stuff got

and strode off.

Remington’s tall figure was already a few

leaped onto her legs, hugging them

go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on

go!” Evelina shook

being such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the

the room watched, but their expressions were

been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and slap her twice. for

down, nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes

family and the Hawthorne family were old family friends,

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viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then

Lizetta’s question seemed to reveal a

over, picked up the glass and drank for Evelina.

and dumped

“You okay?”

him and

they left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed suit.

as they left, someone leaning on the second–floor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at the dance floor and exclaimed in shock.

smokes! That’s

looked too, only to see, on the dance floor’s oval stage, usually a

act.

jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a bit

graceful and seductive, and every strand of her hair seemed to dance; her glances and turns

water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to

the stage, it was hers alone,

It was Lizetta.

dance floor, close to the stage,

in her