Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 231

“Keep up.”

In the car, when Remington momentarily opened his eyes, his expression gave nothing

ครบ away.

“Follow her,” he instructed, and on hearing this, the driver eased the car into motion,. trailing behind Lizetta at a distance.

It wasn’t long before Lizetta successfully hailed a cab.

“Sir, do we keep tailing her?” the driver asked cautiously.

It’s broad daylight; there shouldn’t be any danger.

Remington had only ordered to follow Lizetta because he was concerned that she might have been masking her emotions and could suddenly fall apart. But clearly, she hadn’t.

Remington’s gaze swept over the taxi’s license plate and he directed, “No need, head to the west suburbs.”

By the time Remington arrived, Cedric had already been having a field day with Jolin, Apollo, and another in an abandoned warehouse for quite some time.

The trio, so arrogant and scheming back at the hospital, were now tied up on chairs, doused in gasoline, their faces stricken with fear, shaking like leaves, and looking utterly pitiful.

Remington’s right–hand man, Ray, was sitting nearby with his legs crossed nonchalantly. toying with a box of matches.

Shhhk.

the burning match flew towards the trio, teasing the flames of their anxiety. Each time, the fire came so close without

spent matches lay scattered around them, their hearts

we’ll keep our word, we won’t dare do it again, just let us

it now. If she had known that trying to outsmart Lizetta would backfire. and lead to such retribution

will you?” Apollo yelled, just after a

puddle had formed beneath him, his control evidently slipping.

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couldn’t stand the smell of gasoline, and next to her was a pool

worst,

thinking that the bespectacled, seemingly gentle Cedric, who had been standing aside without laying a hand on anyone, would be more approachable than the menacing Ray, who looked like

now on, whatever

aside and

showing sympathy as he said, “Mrs. Gardenia, you really shouldn’t be jumping around like that. If you accidentally hit a spark and

on the verge of

the door to the warehouse was

flood of sunlight poured in, and a tall male figure strode forward. The three desperate individuals turned to

hope flickered across their faces, and they began to cry out and beg loudly.

I am Liz’s birth mother. Even if I’ve erred, considering I brought Liz into this world, my mistakes surely don’t warrant

family, there’s no need for deep