Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 111

Remington looked up, “So, running errands is your hobby? How about I transfer you to the Dashiell Group’s logistics company to shine bright?”

Cedric shuddered, quickly packed up his stuff, and bolted out of the office like a bat out of hell.

Remington went back to his paperwork, business as usual, but there was a hint of Irritation in his eyes.

That woman was playing him like a fiddle, getting better at giving him the cold shoulder, blocking him and hanging up on his calls like it was her day job. Did he have no pride? Still bending over backward to shower her with resources?

Instead of living the cushy life as Mrs. Dashiell, she was hell–bent on chasing hardship. If she had such a hunger for suffering, he’d let her have a taste for a few more days. Once she’d had enough of the pain, she’d know where her safe harbor was.

At Meadowbrook Meadows.

Right after Lizetta hung up the phone, Yolanda huffed, “Let’s steel our heart and be done playing with jerkfaces! I’m off to go head–to–head with the trolls!”

She was all geared up to go back to her room and have a keyboard war with the haters. But Lizetta grabbed her, “Chill, staying in constant fury may take a toll on the breasts. Let’s roll; time to hunt for some grub.

“But.”

“Forget about online drama. I’ve got it covered; no rush, we can clap back tomorrow.”

Lizetta dragged Yolanda out the door, and they found a cozy little diner. Breakfast arrived, and Lucian called.

on you. That dude woke up and after two days of observation in the hospital, he’ll be transferred

let out a sigh of relief, “Okay.”

sounding too chipper. You’re not still at odds

smile, “I’m thinking of how to thank you.”

a conscience. Don’t go overboard, just brew a few more jars of green plum wine for me this year. I’ve already finished mine, no more in the Dashiell family mansion either.

were a few green plum trees.

13:12

would make green plum wine

and fatigue, and helpful for cardiovascular diseases, so Fiona was quite fond of it.

that Lizetta’s plum wine tasted like home, different from any other drink. In the four years he hadn’t been home,

send some his way, even if it meant air freight.

a girlfriend instead? You’ve finally had some reputation now; why let good things go

Grandma and mom are on my case about marriage enough as it is, it’s bad enough from them since

right of

“Pffthaha.”

and couldn’t

Oh, there’s a race at the club

joining the crowd, but Yolanda got excited,

let’s go! I’ve never seen a car race

pamper her bestie!