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

moment, Edith knocked on the door, “Sir, Mr. Lucian Dashiell is

the desk, ‘Take him

Lucian was

asking me

at the workout equipment, slightly

up a pair of boxing gloves from the rack, and tossed them to Lucian. He grabbed a pair

gloves, and squared up, tilting his chin, “Remi, you sit in the office all day, and I’m a pro athlete. You’re no match for me

now.”

could finish his sentence, Remington moved

stumbling back a 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 and crashing into

eyeing Lucian and motioning with

Lucian sprang to his feet, clenched his fists, and charged forward. But as it turned out, even with daily professional training, he was

fight back. Instead, he ripped off his gloves and asked, “You know about that

to get beat up had to mean Remington knew about the thing he and

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

from his injuries, “Ouch, Remi, you don’t hold back, do you? It was Litchi