Chapter 122

The woman suddenly regretted being a chatterbox and wanted to make a quick exit, but Remington started descending the stairs.

“What happened here, you said?”

The guy was tail as a tree, casting a big shadow as he came down the steps.

The woman went pale, wanted to bolt, but felt like she was in the crosshairs of a predator. Clamming up seemed like a one–way ticket to an even worse fate.

With nerves making her gulp, she stammered out the whole story.

Lizetta got home, freshened up, shot the breeze with Yolanda for a bit, and then headed to her room.

She was about to hit the hay when Yolanda barged in, phone in hand, “Liz, Hamilton’s got your back on Twitter, check it out!”

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She flopped onto the bed and thrust the phone at Lizetta.

There it was, Hamilton’s tweet.

[300 grand to book Maestro Adagio for a new song debut, please bless me with your presence.]

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whopping 30 million followers on Twitter, and today Lizetta was trending for all the wrong reasons, but the buzz was through

His tweets

at

back at

Adagio is my idol; been a fan for two years. Chill, folks, I don’t joke about my

idols.]

five minutes later, Lizetta’s Twitter was besieged by

defense; their clout is off the

She never expected Hamilton. to pull something like this. Talked about owing

stand–up guy! We can try get in touch with him,”

weight in her chest was finally lifting. Thinking about Evelina probably seething was just icing on the cake for Yolanda; Hamilton

phone, hit some nasty comments,

in his shell, too guilty to respond, huh? Hamilton’s getting ahead of himself, meddling in this mess, not

backing up a no–talent, money–grubbing hack composer; his play

if you’ve

respond tomorrow, but Hamilton’s public support stirred the pot even

more.

now, who knew how things would unravel, and she couldn’t drag him into this

grab her laptop, “I’ll respond

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