Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 107

Remington said he was gonna give Lizetta a ride, and though she was kinda annoyed inside, she couldn’t really argue with him.

“Let go, I gotta go find Yolanda first.”

If he insisted on playing chauffeur, let him. He was the one throwing a bash to pave the way for Evelina, and then bailing midway – if anyone was gonna be left holding the bag, it was Evelina, not her.

Seeing her nod, Remington finally let go of her waist.

“Meet me in the parking lot.”

The

guy

said his piece and then took off. He left his phone in the private room; gotta go

back for it.

Heading up the stairs, he came across two girls walking towards him, glued to a phone

screen.

“This race car driver is just too hot, right? Is that his girlfriend? Hugging in public like that, they must be an item. They’re such a visual feast, even more shippable than celebs!”

So freaking cool, it’s just that racing isn’t big here; otherwise with those looks and his record–breaking

the phone screen, spotting Lucian hugging some short–haired chick, looked like it was at the racing club, and

with a frosty chill.

intense it startled the girls, who turned to look back, but onl caught a glimpse

the parking

couldn’t help but ask her, “Do

got eyes like an affair detector, she noticed right away that Lizetta’s lips looked a

had no choice but to give her a brief rundown of what just went

shrugged, “Remington says it’s not his, but he

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was getting annoyed, she didn’t want to dig into it anymore. Whether it

the kid was really his, you’d think he’d benching to get the divorce over with. Liz, maybe you should watch him a bit longer?

discombobulated, Yolanda used to be all

with you?”

ah, being a single mom is tough, and Eveline is just vile. if her kid 19th Remington’s, maybe Badass Remington isn’t beyond saving. You pulling

up and found out she had

it back right now he sent me to drive you and

to open the car door, but Yolanda was grinding her team cake back

Of course Remington couldnt leave he couldn’t bear to part

the arm, and told Christ. “No need, we’ve

in Badass Remington’s luxury car? Probably still reeks of some vixen in there!”