Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 371

Yolanda dropped Lizetta off outside the dance troupe’s building, and before Lizetta could get out of the car, Yolanda couldn’t help but ask, “I wonder if Badass Remington ever dared to taste that nourishing

soup.”

She was clearly enjoying the thought a bit too much.

Lizetta chuckled, knowing all too well Remington’s finicky nature, especially his aversion to anything as rustic as offal. If he did try it, he was in for a rough time.

“Aren’t you a bit concerned for him?” Yolanda eyed Lizetta, blinking.

Lizetta paused, her expression tuming thoughtful. She and Hanna had a spat over the soup just yesterday. and Hanna went crying to Remington about it.

If Remington had cared even a bit, he would’ve known what that soup was made of. If he still ended up drinking that soup today, it was on him for not paying enough attention. He had it coming.

Lizetta raised an eyebrow and spread her hands, “Feeling sorry for a jerk? That’s a one–way ticket to a lifetime of misery, isn’t that one of your golden rules?”

“Hahaha, exactly!” Yolanda burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, at the Starlight Group.

A visibly shaken Remington stepped out of the restroom. His composure was back, masking the earlier. discomfort, but his ashen face and the grim set of his jaw were hard to ignore.

how he had been the one urging the boss to have more of that concoction, feeling a chill run down his

from, and cut off

been granted a reprieve, quickly nodded

tone frosty, as

talking when you hung up! I’m over at Oakridge

for heaven’s sake. If she doesn’t like staying at the mansion, she can move back to Oakridge Heights. I’ll bring over some nutritious stuff. Edith is reliable; she can look

time? She’s young and clueless. How is she supposed

for a caring mother–in–law. Listening to Hanna, Remington

bizarre concoctions of yours, I’ve already had Cedric

doing all this for whom? How could you?” Hanna’s voice

off, “You know very

1/2:

10:00

Chapter 371

emphasized “Mom” was laden with distance, irony and a bit of warning.

heavy over the phone.

chance to retoft, adding, “Mind your own business from

warming was unmistakable. With that,

in her hand. After hanging up, she took a deep breath to calm down, and Edith hurriedly brought her