Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 757

"Don't, my grandpa's even more of a character than you," Lizetta hastily interjected, trying to prevent any further escalation. Jerome's laughter was a comforting sound in the background.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lizetta ventured, "Umm... would you mind if we added one more to our lunch?"

"Huh?"

By noon, Remington's car rolled into the parking lot of Madden Media. After texting Lizetta, he took a moment to adjust his tie in the mirror. This was, in essence, their first official date since reuniting.

Not wanting any interruptions, Remington came alone, leaving his driver behind.

He straightened his sapphire tie clip and glanced at the gift bag on the passenger seat, his deep eyes shimmering with anticipation.

As the elevator doors slid open and Lizetta's figure emerged, Remington swiftly grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of the car to greet her.

Dressed in his usual well-tailored black suit, its muted elegance complemented his tall, commanding presence. His approach, confident and measured, made the gemstone cufflinks and tie clip catch the light in brief, sparkling flashes.

Even in the dimly lit parking lot, it was clear he was impeccably groomed, his handsome face unusually open with joy and eagerness.

"Liz..."

Before Remington could say more, Lizetta nodded slightly in his direction, then turned to wave at someone else.

"Over here!"

sinking feeling hit Remington, and as he turned, his fears were confirmed. A Maybach was slowly approaching, its rear window rolling down to reveal the unwelcome face

car stopped, and Jerome, ever so composed, stepped out and walked over

Dashiell, we

pulling back to reveal the soft gold gleam of

had been wearing

shook Jerome's hand, remarking, "Nice watch you've got

in amusement. "Thank you, Mr. Dashiell. I'm quite fond of it

at Lizetta before adding,

the force of it making the veins on his hand stand

for

their

slightly at

of wills played

as

the tension between them. "Seems like you two have a lot in common. Shall I

phrase 'a lot in common' couldn't

in unison, Remington and Jerome

Lizetta, his feelings a mix of bitterness and jealousy,

Feeling the

Sity of his gaze,

Lizetta instinctively moved towards

for Remington