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."

dumbfounded. Was this woman out of

her, and possibly Yolanda, thrown out, which would

angry, Remington's usually stoic face softened into an almost delighted surprise at her words.

she was actually talking

getting

slightly smiling and

low profile has made them think I'm soft. It's time

replaced by an icy chill reminiscent of an autumn breeze

everyone under his gaze feel as though they were moments away from a

Remington mused, his eyes settling on the

he asked Lizetta, his tone indulgent, as if

the reporter, who was

and his

he blurted out as soon as Lizetta's