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?”

just as the trio cracked stiff smiles,

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

froze, her face twitching with

forgotten. That was when Lizetta married into the Dashiell

the Dashiell family for money and showed up with her brothers

her way. But having tasted the

and again until Remington returned from a business trip and

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

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long, old habits crept back

won’t dare again, Mr. Dashiell, please, just give me another

cool as ice, “The only person

those words, he flicked something bright

Boom!

flames

after saying goodbye to Remington, Lizetta hurried back

mess wasn’t sorted yet, and Yolanda

from the police station asking her to come in,

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