Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 260

Fiona chuckled, “Why should I tell you? Mind your own beeswax, just take care of Ms. Hawthorne, will ya?”

Remington was caught off guard, his head spinning.

Whose grandma was she anyway? Lizetta and he haven’t even officially split yet, and instead of playing peacemaker, Fiona was already setting up shop to poach her own grandson’s girl.

“Wow, Grandma, vea’ve got some serious clout, huh? With connections like that, any guy you give the thumbs up must be top–notch. I’d love to meet him, of course.”

Lizcita nodded with a grin, clearly excited as she eagerly asked, “Got any pics, Grandma?”

She looked like she couldn’t wait to dive into the dating game, while Remington was pissed off, his handsome face darkening.

Fiona nodded, “Sure do! Left my phone at home, but I’ll show you as soon as we get back. What’s your type, Liz? A suave bad boy or a clingy sweet boy? Oh, and I heard there’s this new thing called ‘daddy–like boyfriend‘ that’s all the rage. Sounds pretty good, right? Someone to take real good care of you.”

Remington interjected with a chill, “Who could be more ‘daddy‘ than me? I practically raised her.”

Fiona scoffed, “You might look the part, but you’re a deadbeat dad at best. Right now, you’re just fit to be a dad to Evelina’s bun in the oven, so go chill out elsewhere.”

As for the cold, stern, clueless flirt who’s secretly a sleaze–forget

a mix of shock and amusement, wondering where Fiona picked up all these

“I’ll follow

them, Remington felt like he

home, Fiona chatted excitedly with Lizetta about the matchmaking, even giving detailed introductions of two potential suitors from well–known families

pair getting more and more excited about the topic, until he suddenly spoke up

and let out a snort of laughter, “Oh, you’ve got some nerve! Think you can threaten me? Go on, crash the car if you’ve got the

the kid should’ve been fuming by

chest

Liz. I’m all in to support you! Just wait, I’ll show

text from the car’s central

to her room, where she began

the bed. Where could it be? Remington, call my

urged him, as he frowned slightly.

are you seriously planning on finding your