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.

crystal clear. It’s classified as an attempted sexual assault, and you were defending yourself, no blame on you. That dude woke up and after two days of observation in the hospital, he’ll be transferred to the detention center, no light

a sigh of

You’re not still at odds with Remi, are

“I’m thinking of how to thank

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. I’ve been craving that taste.”

Dashiell family house were a few green

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plum wine every

fatigue, and helpful for cardiovascular diseases,

wine tasted like home, different from any other drink. In the four years he hadn’t been home, he never forgot to

to send some his way, even if it

instead? You’ve finally

enough from them since they’re

silent, “By right

“Pffthaha.”

bafflement on the other end and couldn’t help but spit out her

sure made you bold! Oh, there’s a race at the club next week; wanna come watch?”

the crowd, but Yolanda got excited, shaking her arm and

go, let’s go! I’ve never seen a

pamper her