Chapter 232

The three people were clearly too panicked to worry about the minor scrapes on

Remington’s face. They were trembling like leaves, begging for mercy as if they were on the edge of an abyss.

“Light.”

With a deep voice, Remington called for a light, and Ray, finally catching on, handed over the matchbox.

Remington lit up a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

For some reason, the trio went dead silent, all eyes glued on Remington with a mix of fear and hope.

At that moment, he was like the Grim Reaper, holding their fates in his hands.

Taking another puff, Remington casually tossed the matchbox aside.

Tears of joy sprang from Jolin and her posse’s eyes, feeling like they’d just dodged a bullet.

Remington raised an eyebrow, “So, you really get it now? You won’t dare again?”

Jolin nodded vigorously. “I swear, no more daring for me. I’ll make sure Liz gets to study abroad; I mean, what mother doesn’t want her daughter to make something of herself?”

nodded, and just as the trio cracked stiff smiles, he let out a

If my memory serves me right, you sang the same tune two years

her face twitching with terror.

course, she hadn’t forgotten. That was when Lizetta married into the Dashiell family, officially

true kin, she wanted to milk the Dashiell

ever the peacemaker, gave Jolin an apartment to send her on her way. But having tasted the sweet life, Jolin wasn’t one to call

returned from a business

promised to stop hassling Lizetta, and she did keep her nose clean for a good while. But later, she realized

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habits crept back in.

Dashiell, please, just give me

his cigarette, his voice cool as ice, “The only person worth giving

he flicked

Boom!

and flames

Lizetta hurried

mess wasn’t sorted yet, and Yolanda

hospital, she got a call from the police station asking her to come

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