Chapter 87

Lizetta was scared stiff as she propped herself up, her knees awkwardly and clumsily shuffling backward, a bitter irony in her strong demeanor.

“Mr. Dashiell, when did you start moonlighting as a sushi chef, how come I–ah!”

Remington came over, his hand wielding a knife that he thrust down fiercely.

Lizetta screamed, closing her eyes.

Of course, there was no pain, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her large tail fin pinned to the bed by his knife, unable to pull it free despite her efforts.

She was immobilized.

Remington sat down beside the bed, casually tugging at the pinned tail fin, asking.

*Realized your mistake yet?”

Lizetta didn’t think she had done anything wrong. She turned her head, tears swirling in her eyes.

“I earn my keep, and if you think I’ve shamed you or tarnished the Dashiell family name, then hurry up and let’s get the divorce papers.”

Her words only fanned the flames, and Remington’s face turned cold as he gripped the knife handle and slashed upwards.

Rip!

Lizetta clenched her eyes shut, feeling as if her legs had felt the cold sharpness of the blade.

her tail fin was split, and although she broke

bent her knees and kicked out

into her stomach, a humiliating position that left her immobile, her face red with frustration.

think I’m dead? Or that I’m lacking money for food and clothes, that

His

Lizetta, biting her

transfer half a million to her account every month, and the

had it

he had given her the

because of this, Lizetta could never hold her head up in their marriage, lacking the confidence to even

tall.

desiring his love, feeling

Lizetta’s chin, forcing her to face him.

were in her eyes, but her lips curled up in self–mockery.

least a sugar daddy gets pleasure from keeping a pet canary. But you don’t love me. After marrying me, you came home even less, spending

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a great debt, feeling that even liking him was

worked hard to make money, paying into the Dashiell family account every year, trying to repay

then she could leave

Unfortunately, later on.

a joke in Remington’s eyes.

the big sucker, am I? Splurging money and energy on an ingrate. Ha, at least an ingrate has warm blood,

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