Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

However, Lizetta wasn't looking at him; she flashed a smile at Remington.

"It's not sudden, I used to call him that before."

Back in the day, when Lizetta first started working at the Starlight Group's secretary's office, Cedric had been a great help to her, and that's how she, along with the other newbies, used to call him.

Later, when Cedric went to Oakridge Heights to pick up a contract for Remington and saw Lizetta, realizing she was Remington's secretly wedded wife, he dared not let Lizetta call him that way anymore. At the mention of this, Remington's gaze lightly swept over Cedric, his feelings becoming more conflicted.

Previously, Lizetta used to call Cedric by his name, who was, of course, Remington's secretary.

But now, her sudden shift back to calling Cedric by his name clearly meant she was distancing herself from their relationship.

Cedric, on the verge of tears, said, "Ma'am, please, just call me Cedric. I've gotten used to it."

Lizetta smiled again, "Don't worry, I'm not one to mince words. I can switch back easily."

Cedric, "..."

Remington then sharply looked at Lizetta, saying, "You are indeed quite good at switching terms."

For years, she called him 'bro' or 'Remi,' and then suddenly, it was all 'Mr. Dashiell,' 'Mr. Dashiell,' without ever slipping up once.

Lizetta sensed a hint of resentment in his tone and laughed.

indeed. Thank you for the compliment, Mr.

smile, Remington sighed in resignation and

give Cassius a

stirred up by Cassius, it was only right for Cassius to

he finished speaking, Lizetta and Yolanda, who was dozing in her arms,

"Don't."

"No need!"

straightening up in Lizetta's embrace, and said

you for your

my

please, don't interfere too

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felt that since Cassius was about to enter into an arranged marriage, it was better for him not

hand, silently offering her

nodded and didn't

front of

the door for her;

looked at the man coming from the passenger side, nodding, "Mr. Dashiell, thank you

thanks all I get? Won't you invite me for

time openly asking someone for a meal, feeling his ears slightly burn with the

out on this opportunity,