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?”

as the trio cracked stiff smiles, he let out a scoff.

promise, it sounds familiar. If my memory serves me right, you sang the same tune two

froze, her face

forgotten. That was when Lizetta married into the Dashiell family, officially becoming the young madam of the

kin, she wanted to milk the Dashiell family for money and showed up with her brothers

apartment to send her on her way.

a business trip and summoned her for

she did keep her nose clean for a good while. But later, she realized Remington wasn’t home often,

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old habits crept back in.

Mr. Dashiell,

flicked ash from his cigarette, his voice cool as ice, “The only person

words, he flicked

Boom!

and flames

Lizetta hurried back to

sorted yet, and Yolanda was

a call from the police station asking her to come in, saying Yolanda was there too.

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