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!”

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

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

flash, Remington’s eyes were filled with a frosty chill. No wonder that woman was acting so

a glimpse of his tall, retreating

parking

couldn’t help but ask her, “Do you think Evelina’s baby might not

noticed right away that Lizetta’s lips looked a bit

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

but he seems to care

1/3

it

Hand he been stalling the divorce? if the kid was really his, you’d think he’d

Yolanda used to be all for her getting

up with you?”

vile. if her kid 19th Remington’s, maybe Badass Remington isn’t beyond saving. You pulling out now wouldn’t that just

out she had a chance to give them a complete family and didn’t

hurried over, Mrs. Dashiell the boss can’t make it back right now

went to open the car door, but Yolanda was grinding her team cake back what I just said.”

nice about that jerk Of course Remington couldnt leave he couldn’t bear to part with

took Yolanda by the arm, and told Christ. “No need, we’ve already called a

riding in Badass Remington’s luxury car? Probably still reeks of some vixen