Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 166

Shirley was just about to drop some hints, but before she could even start, the private room’s door got

slammed open.

A bunch of dudes in black clothes storm in, knocking over the waiter who blocked the entrance and causing quite the commotion.

Everyone’s eyes popped out, and there’s Lizetta, rocking a dark green flowy blouse and some killer wide–legged pants, her hair casually tied up with an ebony clip, and draped in a coffee–colored trench coat; she looked all kinds of cool with two rows of bodyguards clearing the way.

And right behind Lizetta is Yolanda.

She’s all decked out in a black tracksuit, rocking a high ponytail like a college kid, but then she’s gotta be extra with these big ol‘ sunglasses and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, just looking for trouble.

When these two barged in with their entourage, everybody in the room was gobsmacked.

By the time they snapped out of it, Lizetta was already at the drinks table.

*Lizetta! Who said you could come here? What do you think you’re–ah! Let go!”

Shirley stood up, but before she could finish her piece, Yolanda grabbed her arm, yanked her away, and flung her across the room.

Shirley landed with a shriek; it did not really hurt but her pride was in tatters, and her face turned greener than a sea of clovers.

“Tomboy!” Shirley hurled an insult at Yolanda.

a bat!” Yolanda shot back without missing

what’s all

up, but Lizetta’s not

she delivered two resounding slaps.

of your mind,

palm; her ears were ringing as her cheeks puffed

while reaching out to claw Lizetta’s face, but Yolanda’s not about to

Evelina’s hands, and slammed her down on the

Evelina’s face was

aren’t you

snapped out of his daze, looking towards Remington.

silent and watched the scene unfold with

too. It’s Remington’s girl causing havoc and the one getting slapped is

doesn’t weigh in, they sure don’t feel like it’s their

He just swirled his wine glass and sipped it like

You’re just donne

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swig

swirled his glass again, “Ladies‘ catfight, why should guys get involved?”

He’d buy that for a

women scrap, men stay out that’s if your girl’s

the short end would be jumping out of his