Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 240

“Alright.” Remington hung up, grabbed his coat, and bolted out of the office.

Cedric quickly stood up and approached as Remington headed briskly towards the elevator

“No need to tag along.”

Cedric nodded, a bit curious about where the boss was off to all by himself this late.

But he still had something to run by him, so he followed a few steps and asked.

“Mr. Dashiell, Mr. Frost and the others are still in the meeting room having tea, should we…”

Earlier in the evening, when Remington came back to pull an all–nighter at the Starlight Group, he had Cedric summon Mr. Frost, Mt. Grover, and Mr. Hardy

They were there, but out of sight, just ordered to be kept in a small meeting room, sipping on tea.

Pot after pot, no bathroom breaks.

Now, after more than three hours, the three honchos were pale as ghosts and about to blow a gasket.

“Let ‘em stew till the wee hours and then they can scram.”

Remington had reached the elevator and issued the command indifferently.

“Any message for them?”

to go ask

slightly, stepping back, then suddenly blurted out to Remington

down.” Evelina had been sent home, and the driver had relayed Remington’s message

panic, but Remington hadn’t let him

in the parking lot, Remington ran into Kevin, who was lying

when she got back, making her even less impressive. On

his car door, and

tried to grab the car door, but a cold, warning glance from Remington chilled even this seasoned

the car door, started the engine, then rolled down the window to say

with me, Mr. Hawthorne, you’d better straighten out your good–for–nothing daughter,

spat between Remington and Evelina, but Remington’s words were

warning.

count as a

he pondered this, Remington’s car had already sped

neighborhood. From a distance, he spotted a bundle squatting by

and looked down at

2 2 2 9 9 5

the sense to put on a thick coat before heading

in a big, thick down jacket and

who, huh? Remi, you’re so heartless, no wonder Liz