Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 138

Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, having Just thought she glimpsed a man’s silhouette darting past the door during her dance.

She thought she might have seen wrong, but it was really him. Over and over, he snatched away her opportunities and creations to give to Evelina.

But Lizetta still held onto a sliver of hope, her questioning gaze turned to Louis, who sheepishly smiled and pulled her aside, “Sorry about that, Ms. Gardenia. Your dance really suited the game we’re developing, it took it to the next level.

We were totally on board for a collab this time too, but I guess the boss had other things on his mind. He just checked out your original dance, wasn’t thrilled, and decided we can’t go forward with the contract.”

So, Remington saw her, knew it was her, and that was why he pulled the plug? Lizetta’s palm pinched in frustration, feeling a numbness in her heart.

“How could you do this to us?! Isn’t this just toying with people? Your big company playing games without a shred of integrity!”

Yolanda was fuming, teeth clenched, but Lizetta held her back, “Let it go, Yolanda; let’s just leave.”

Remington’s orders were final; making a fuss now wouldn’t change a thing.

Stepping out of Skyward Studios, Lizetta and Yolanda saw Remington’s car roll up, the back window halfway down, revealing the man’s cold, haughty profile.

immediately charged forward,

halt, continuing to drive as the man’s gaze didn’t

rage, dashed in front of the car, determined to get justice for Lizetta.

“Yolanda!”

In the backseat, the man finally looked up,

sternly. The driver slammed on the brakes, but the two women grappling in front of the car had vanished from sight, possibly hit by

hands, resting on his knees, balled up fiercely. He flung open the

Lizetta, pulling her back, was dragged down with her, both landing in

and spoke with a steely

with a car, now that’s slick!” Yolanda spat

pushing herself up from the ground, held back Yolanda from charging

wrong. Scammers pick on the soft–hearted, kind ones. A black–hearted capitalist like you doesn’t

he understood why Lizetta and her friend were so

a tantrum because the deal fell through, acting all crazy with

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