Lizetta felt her heart skip a beat; she was pretty sure Grandpa Nelson had caught onto something.


    Saying no now would only make things more suspicious.


    She quickly stered on a smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds great."


    As she stood up, she frantically gestured off-camera to the man slouched on the bed, urging him to make a swift exit.


    "How about I show you the balcony and the bathroom first, Grandpa and Grandma?" she suggested, stepping backward towards the balcony with a forced grin.


    "Look at this view from the balcony, isn''t it quite nice?" Lizetta said, casting a sharp nce at Remington on the bed. He just sat there, legs casually crossed, watching her with an infuriatingly amused expression, clearly in no hurry to move.


    She red at him again, this time with enough intensity to send daggers, but he merely sat up, crossing his arms defiantly as if he had no intention of budging. Lizetta was tempted to march over and give him a swift kick right off the bed. "This ce is in a great location, isn''t it? Yoli''s really outdone herself, buying a house like this," Nelson''s voice crackled through her phone.


    Lizetta chuckled awkwardly, feeling even more uneasy. How could she have forgotten that Cassius''s vi was in such a prime spot, with the balcony offering a view of Zion City''s iconic skyline? It was clearly a standalone mansion with a sprawling garden - far beyond what Ynda could afford on her current sry. She was wracking her brain for a usible story to quell Grandpa''s suspicions when, to her horror, Remington got up and started walking towards her.


    Her eyes widened, heart racing, and the camera shook slightly in her hand.


    Fortunately, Nelson seemed more interested in the scenery than the financials. "The view really is something. Liz, why don''t you pan the camera around so I can take a better look at the room?" he suggested.


    "Sure thing, let me just adjust it," Lizetta replied, her voice a bit tight.


    If she turned the camera now, it would capture Remington''s annoyingly perfect face. He might be


    handsome enough to stop traffic,


    but she was certain her


    grandparents


    ldn''t appreciate


    the surprise guest.


    to s


    Lizetta shot Remington a pleading, panicked look, to which he


    l.ne


    responded with a mischievous grin clearly enjoying the game. But seeing her distress, he finally turned and slipped against the wall, out of view.


    s


    Relieved, Lizetta directed the camera around the empty room, giving it a slow sweep. "See, Grandpa? If you like this style, I can ask Yoli about the interior designerter."


    Behind her, Remington quietly slid open the balcony door and slipped outside, vanishing from sight.


    Finally, Lizetta could breathe easy again, her voice rxed. Nelson, seemingly satisfied that the room was clear, changed the subject.


    "So, Liz, how are things going with Jerometely?" he asked.


    Lizetta smiled, "Oh, everything''s great! You know how much he appreciates all you and Grandma have done for him. He''s always looking out for me and lets me have my way."


    Nelson nodded approvingly. "I know Jerome''s a good man. I never worry about him mistreating you or not taking care of you. But biz, you know what I''m really asking, right? Don''t try to y dumb with your old grandpa."  s