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.

fin was split, and although she broke out in a cold sweat, her legs were finally free.

bent her knees and kicked

Lizetta’s knees pressed into her stomach, a humiliating position that left her immobile, her face red with frustration.

food and clothes, that you need to go out and

His

and Lizetta, biting her lip, was too tired

secretary would transfer half a million to her account every month, and

too; she had

age, he had given her the best.

up in their marriage, lacking the confidence

tall.

felt greedy for desiring his love,

Lizetta’s chin, forcing her to

eyes, but her lips curled up

pet canary. But you don’t love me. After marrying me, you came home even less, spending

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him a great debt, feeling that even liking him

fourteen, she had worked hard to make money, paying into the Dashiell family account every year,

paid it all back, maybe then she could leave the Dashiell family and

Unfortunately, later on.

were probably a

I? Splurging money and energy on an ingrate. Ha, at least an ingrate has warm blood, unlike you, now a

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