Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta looked at the man's stern profile, her breathing momentarily uneven.

Yolanda was quite surprised too. After some time apart, it seemed even Badass Remington had learned the art of diplomacy. Shame that some folks seemed to have regressed.

Timothy had been silent since he arrived.

At Remington's command, he waved dismissively at the manager. "Get to work, and next time, open your eyes wide. Don't just listen to gossip. Recognize the lady of the house before you act, or nobody will save you next time!"

Timothy gave the manager a firm pat on the head, a clear sign he'd narrowly avoided disaster. The manager quickly agreed, closing the lounge door and standing guard outside.

Timothy approached Lizetta, a warm smile on his face. "Sis, you must be tired. Why don't you and Ms. Yolanda sit down? I'll get us some fruit and drinks, and we can talk this through."

Yolanda looked at Timothy, her smile showing her approval. "Mr. Temple knows what's up, unlike some who can't see or think straight."

boil. He impulsively let go of Margaret's hand, pulled Timothy away from Yolanda, and said coldly, "I hurt my foot, did you not see? Get your club's doctor here now. If

as relaxed. The other girls gathered around them, eyeing the closed lounge door and the circle of security and bodyguards with

"Stella, please, talk to Mr. Dashiell

fell. She had no such influence and tried to deflect. "This mess started because of you and Jane's actions. You're the one allied with

Dashiell's making a

say you and Mr. Dashiell were childhood

his own wedding

that just talk?" Stella's expression darkened further

stumbled before the group, attracting everyone's attention. Biting her lip, she protested, "Ms. Yolanda's issue really has nothing to do with

maintain her dignity. "Mr. Temple, my family and our artists have supported your