Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 202

She bet this was the real reason Lizetta’s hell–bent on getting a divorce. The old lady still can’t believe Remington would do something so ridiculous.

Gotta hustle to get to the bottom of this and keep these lovebirds from splitting for real.

In no time at all, Lizetta wrapped up her last gig before heading abroad; she finished her stint as the choreographer for the boy band’s sizzling routines.

“Hey, cutie, let’s hit the town tonight to celebrate our new album drop!”

“Yeah, I wanna buy Liz a drink too.”

“Back off! Is it your turn to treat Liz? Get in line!”

“Why should I be behind you, huh? Not cool, I challenge that!”

After leaving the dance studio, Lizetta was followed out by a bunch of the band members. The youngest was only seventeen, the oldest barely twenty–one. These idol trainees, each with their own killer looks and charm, had the power to whip fans into a frenzy and that youthful cockiness to boot.

When Lizetta first took on the role of their choreographer, she faced all sorts of skepticism and nitpicking.

But after bonding over the past twenty–plus days, she had won them over with her skills and already become their friend, someone they knew well.

studio, saw Lizetta surrounded by a pack of young hotties; he stepped up with a cool face, and

We’re hitting the studio for real tomorrow. You think now’s the time to booze up? Stay sharp, we’ve got more

being the leader, had that natural–born authority

goodbyes to Lizetta, promising to keep in touch; then they left with their arms around each other,

tilted his head

of

an eyebrow at him and nodded, “You’re right, so I guess I’ll block you too.”

I’m not like them!” Hamilton was quick to protest.

“How are you

meet through work; it’s different. If you block me, I’ll go on Twitter and make a

desperation, “Alright, I’m off to settle accounts and then

to head to the

off to catch up

you,”

to relax? As the leader, you should be all the more exemplary. I’m off, good luck!”

Hamilton, she left

departure, clicking his tongue, “Ice