Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta, seizing the opportunity to wield the power of a fox borrowing the tiger's strength, didn't hesitate for a moment.

Whipping out her phone, she calmly switched on the video recorder and aimed it at the reporters before inquiring, "So, tell me, who sent you guys?"

"Miss, nobody sent us here. We're all professional entertainment journalists. Interviewing Ms. Yolanda is part of our job. If we've offended Ms. Yolanda in any way, we're willing to apologize," one of the reporters tried to explain, his voice quivering under the icy gaze of Remington.

Lizetta, focusing on the tallest and leanest among the reporters, who had been particularly aggressive earlier, couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"You're telling me that as professional entertainment journalists, you'd pass up the chance to dig into a top-tier celebrity's love life and instead obsess over someone barely known? Not to look down on Yolanda, but compared to Hamilton, she's practically a newbie."

Ignoring the obvious scoop and fixating on a nobody made no sense unless there was a reason.

Despite her probing, the reporters remained tight-lipped.

Nodding understandingly, Lizetta then turned to Remington with a meaningful remark, "I thought Mr. Dashiell was a big shot in Zion City. Seems I was mistaken."

out of her mind, openly

have her, and

being angry, Remington's usually stoic face softened into an almost delighted

think was how she was actually talking to him, willingly

of getting angry,

slightly smiling

It's time to make

aura surrounding him vanished, replaced by an icy chill

it was sharp, making everyone under his gaze feel

Remington mused, his eyes

his tone indulgent, as if suggesting

at the reporter, who was now visibly shaking, drenched in

a nod from her, he and his family would be forced to leave Zion

speak, he blurted out as soon as Lizetta's