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

him

on the door,

down on the desk, ‘Take him to the recreation

Remington arrived, Lucian was already

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

at the workout equipment,

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

a smile, shed his coat, slipped on the gloves, and squared up, tilting his chin, “Remi, you sit in the office all day, and

now.”

sentence, Remington moved

sent Lucian stumbling back a few steps, a dull pain in his chest. Before he could catch his breath, another kick was flying his way, and

Remington said coldly, eyeing Lucian and

charged forward. But as it turned out, even with daily professional training, he was no match for Remington

not getting up to fight back. Instead, he ripped off his gloves and asked, “You know about that

in just to get beat up had to mean Remington knew about the

Remington Jooked down at Lucian and

“Ouch, Remi, you don’t hold back, do you? It was Litchi who told me not to