Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 133

Remington’s eyes ficked over those invitations, and he gave a nod as a sort of acknowledgment.

“Anything else?”

Thinking about that divorce agreement, Remington was getting irked, not really in the mood to even pretend to care. Noticing Evelina still standing there, he lifted his gaze and asked.

Evelina was biting her lip, looking all pitiful, “I’ve got a photo shoot for a sponsorship later; it’s my first one. Could you come with me, Remington?”

The gig Evelina had was for a game under the Starlight Group. Remington just so happened to have plans to swing by there in the afternoon, so checking in on Evelina was no biggie.

He nodded, “Sure, but I’ve got another meeting later.”

Evelina’s face lit up instantly, her smile understanding and sweet, “Then I won’t keep you. Remember to balance work and rest, Remington. See you this afternoon”

She left, got in the car, but then she slammed her bag down on the seat in a huff.

April was waiting in the car and saw her mood, asking with concern, “Mr. Dashiell didn’t agree to come to your solo?”

managed to suppress her anger, “He did”

a sigh of relief, “Well, that’s great then.

a no–show at her first solo, the

because of Lizetta Just thinking about the charged, almost flirty vibe between them in

Remington had asked Lizetta to order desserts for him, her mood brightened, and she whipped out her phone:

desserts later. If what you’re ordering isn’t on there,

the other end. She pulled the phone away, checked it, and put

hadn’t even been holding the phone to her

talking?” Lizetta’s voice was slow and casual

hit a soft wall with all her might, her expression souring.

basic manners to listen

being the homewrecker – that’s basic integrity. Do

so bitter isn’t attractive to

dessert after all. Remington gives me a pretty sweet allowance. If you have more little errands like this, feel free to call me again. I’m hanging up now, got nothing else to

there’s something. My solo is

She scoffed lightly, “Sorry, but I can tolerate gossip just fine, but I have zero tolerance for lousy bitchy lines. For the sake of my ears and mental health, I’ll pass.”