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?”

suppress her anger,

invitation meant he was going to show up April breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, that’s great

had been hyping up her romance with Remington online. If Remington was a

charged, almost

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

“Sis, I’ll have my assistant send you a list of my favorite desserts later. If what you’re ordering isn’t on there, would

dead silence on the other end. She pulled the phone away, checked it, and put it back to her

Lizetta hadn’t even

voice was slow and casual

felt like she’d just hit a soft wall with all

manners to

being the homewrecker – that’s basic integrity.

sharp words, Sis. Being so bitter isn’t attractive to

her bragging. “No need to thank me. It’s just ordering a dessert after all. Remington gives me a pretty sweet allowance. If you have more little errands

then regained her composure, “Actually, there’s something.

I have zero tolerance for lousy bitchy lines. For the