Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 127

When Remington got Lizetta’s message, he was already back at Oakridge Heights.

On his desk was a more detailed file about Daniel, listing all the girls he had screwed over the years.

Voluntarily or coerced, it was as thick as a book. And it even led to a loss of life two years ago.

Remington’s eyes darkened, struggling to imagine what might have happened that night if Lizetta hadn’t thought on her feet.

A silent killing intent spread until his phone pinged with another notification. He glanced at the screen, the murderous vibe slowly melting away. He tossed the file into the trash and commanded in a deep voice, “Go, but leave him breathing.”

That was what one called a fate worse than death.

“Got it,” standing in front of the desk, a solemn figure, Ray, understood and left to carry out the order.

It was then that Remington picked up his phone and read the message. The woman not only had taken him

off the blocklist but also asked to meet at a café the next day; the chill in Remington’s eyes completel

leaving him pensive.

the door, “Sir, Mr. Lucian Dashiell is here.”

down on the desk, ‘Take

arrived, Lucian was

this late, you’re not asking me to sweat it out with you, are

workout

respond but walked over, picked up a pair of boxing gloves from the rack, and tossed them to

the gloves, and squared up, tilting his chin, “Remi, you sit in the office all

now.”

sentence, Remington moved like lightning.

few steps, a dull pain in his chest. Before he could catch his breath, another kick was flying his way, and Lucian’s towering figure twisted and fell, sliding two meters

eyeing Lucian and

sprang to his feet, clenched his fists, and charged forward. But as it

down for the eighteenth time, Lucian lay there gasping for air, not getting up to fight back. Instead, he ripped off his gloves and asked, “You know about that thing, right?” His tone

to mean Remington knew about the thing he

at Lucian and said coolly, “Not too stupid.”

up, wincing from his injuries, “Ouch, Remi, you don’t hold back, do you?