Chapter 132

Dropping over 2 grand on desserts, and pocketing a cool 7 grand plus; not a bad deal, but Lizetta’s heart was filled with a bitter taste.

Back in the day, she was all in as a diligent clerk, and the dessert place she picked, LR, was chosen after taste–testing a bunch of them.

She wanted to treat his guests right, so he could have smoother sailing at work and a more pleasant negotiation atmosphere. But in the end, her thoughtfulness was just used by him to curry favor with his sweetheart.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to play ball today, Lizetta didn’t want to stick around. She grabbed the divorce papers and went to pull open the car door. Just before stepping out, she threw out a casual remark.

“Mr. Dashiell, so concerned about Evelina yet refusing to divorce, you aren’t scared I’ll screw around with the desserts and off Evelina’s kid?”

As she reached for the door, a heavy force clamped down on her shoulder. Lizetta was yanked back into the seat with a jerk. She frowned, turned her head, and met Remington’s icy glare.

“I dare you!”

The guy was clearly hitting the roof, the grip on Lizetta’s shoulder almost losing control. Pain spread from her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

Lizetta just laughed, “What wouldn’t I dare? You said it yourself; I’m Mrs. Dashiell. The legit wife taking care of the mistress’s kid is only natural. Or should I keep the little bastard around and

twitching at her

up, that child isn’t

her throat was stuffed with waterlogged cotton, unable to make a sound, just stubbornly staring him

the car. Until Remington sneered and let go, “Lizetta, you’re wicked. All this

papers from her hands. He moved so fast that

sign. But don’t regret it!”

grabbed a pen from the glove compartment, signed his name, and tossed it

don’t give me any dirty or stinking money with a

barked at her

grabbed the papers and stumbled

the car, watching her clutch the divorce papers like a prized possession, running faster than a rabbit, and disappearing in a

her back slick with cold sweat, exhausted as if after a

open the divorce papers, staring at Remington’s signature. He had signed with

Chapter 132

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