Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 85

Remington’s eyes were glued to the glass tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were popping

out.

He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.

“Who told you the kid’s mine? I’m not planning on getting divorced, so back off!”

He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.

His gaze never left the figure in the glass tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even sourer.

Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank to pull his wife out with his bare hands.

“Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!“, Cedric pleaded.

Remington gritted his molars to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, “Clear the area, now!”

“Mr. Remington, you’re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta’s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be tough.”

A vein in Remington’s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.

She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.

He was stone–faced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.

She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids plastered to the outside of the tank. giving them a wink.

in and out of the water a hundred or so times,

she could fully emerge, a large hand reached into the water, grabbed her arm

stung, her

eyes.

the water and into the man’s arms, the familiar strength and height instantly told

doing? Put me down, I’m not done performing!”

seaweed–like hair clinging to her face and neck, her tail

a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory desire to dominate.

the depths, his voice colder than the pool

right now! If you don’t want to be stripped of your fish skin in public, behave

was scared stiff by his ominous tone and

glance before Remington’s terrifying

up, striding out as the

the restaurant, with the bodyguard already holding the car door open.

car and plopped onto

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throw off the blanket

door shut, and at the same time, his large hand pinned her shoulder down, keeping

right now: what the hell are you

trapped under Remington’s grip, his

“Get lost!”

had been completely flabbergasted

car.

Remington’s sharp command, he bolted out of the car, closing the door behind him and stepping back several