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.

she broke out in a

her knees and kicked out at Remington.

grabbed her feet and bent them upwards, Lizetta’s knees pressed into her stomach, a humiliating

I’m lacking money for food and clothes, that you need to go out

His

expression was gloomy, and Lizetta, biting her lip, was too tired to

towards her. Even when he wasn’t home for the past two years, his secretary would transfer half a million to her account every

too; she had it

a young age, he had given her the best.

head up in their marriage, lacking

tall.

for desiring his love, feeling

up!” Remington angrily pinched Lizetta’s chin, forcing

her lips curled up in self–mockery.

your pet canary. No, at least a sugar daddy gets pleasure from keeping a pet canary. But you don’t love me.

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great debt, feeling that even liking him

at fourteen, she had worked hard to make money, paying

then she could leave the Dashiell family

Unfortunately, later on.

a

energy on an ingrate. Ha, at least an ingrate has warm blood, unlike you, now a

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