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."

this woman out

have her, and possibly

next left them even more shocked. Far from being angry, Remington's usually stoic

was actually talking to him, willingly engaging

of getting angry, he

slightly smiling

I'm soft. It's time to make an example out of someone, to ensure no one dares disrespect

surrounding him vanished, replaced by an icy chill reminiscent of an autumn breeze sweeping

remained, but it was sharp, making everyone under his gaze feel as though they were moments

it be?" Remington mused, his eyes settling on the lean

his tone indulgent,

back at the reporter, who was now visibly shaking,

and his family

speak, he blurted out as soon as Lizetta's