"Oh my god, Mr. Dashiell is so handsome! And he''s so gentle with Lizetta-he absolutely dotes on her!"


    "I know, right? I''m so jealous of Lizetta. They look perfect together, it''s like watching a scene straight out of a movie."


    "Who even started that rumor about Lizetta getting ahead by shady means? Mr. Dashiell''s affection for her is written all over his face!"


    “I swear, I''m staying up all night to write a fanfic about Mr. Dashiell and Lizetta— nobody better try to stop me!"


    "Do it, do it! And make sure you share it with me when you''re done."


    Amid all the excitement, a different voice suddenly broke in.


    "Didn''t Mr. Dashiell say he was just here to check on the progress for the annual g? You guys are really letting your imaginations run wild."


    It was Snow, a stubborn stain still visible on her blouse.


    She couldn''t stop herself from making a snidement-especially after seeing how gentle and patient Remington had been with Lizetta, while he hadn''t spared Snow so much as a nce. Jealousy twisted inside her.


    Lilian chimed in, seizing the opportunity. "Yeah, you''re all reading way too much into this. For all you know, maybe Mr. Dashiell is even warmer and more considerate with Ms. West."


    Lilian was still sore-literally-from when Lizetta had shoved her earlier, her stomach aching from the fall.


    She''d already crossed Lizetta and just hoped Remington really did prefer Ste. If not, she''d managed to offend him too. That would be a dead end for her.


    Logan and Mia had just walked their guests out and were returning when they overheard the conversation.


    Mia gave a low chuckle. "Even if the Starlight Group''s annual g is a big deal, there''s no way the CEO himself woulde down here to iron out the details, right? Isn''t it obvious why Mr. Dashiell''s really here?


    My advice to some people: if you''ve made a mistake, own up to it now. Keep digging yourself deeper and no one will be able to help you."


    She shot a pointed look at Lilian and Snow, then turned to leave.


    Lilian frowned, biting her lip in thought but said nothing more.


    Snow, on the other hand, stepped forward and grabbed Mia''s arm.


    "Mia, you owe me an apology!"


    She hadn''t forgotten how Mia had embarrassed her earlier. In fact, she was sure Mia had done it on purpose.


    Mia shook off Snow''s hand.


    "Apologize? For what? You can''t


    even ?erve drinks without making a mess. Well guess if you spent les time unting your figure and. more time actually working, maybe you''d get it right."


    "You-!"


    Snow was practically hopping mad.


    Mia shot her an icy nce. "Too bad for you, Mr. Dashiell only has eyes for Lizetta.


    He didn''t even look your way-probably didn''t want to dirty his gaze."


    With that, Mia turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Snow fuming in her wake.


    "Mia, go ahead and keep being Lizetta''spdog. I''d love to see what you get out of it!" Snow shouted after her.


    Lizetta—so what if she was Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife? That didn''t mean anything anymore. No one had ever heard of her having some powerful family background.


    Now that Snow knew Andrea was the eldest daughter of the Madden Group, she was determined to cozy up to her. Revenge woulde in time, she told herself with a cold snort, then turned and went off to find Andrea.


    ***


    Meanwhile, Lizetta escorted Remington all the way to the underground parking garage. As soon as the elevator doors slid open, she pulled her hand out of his grip.


    "All right, I have work to do. Take care, Mr. Dashiell."


    She started to turn away, but Remington wasn''t about to let her go that easily.


    In one swift motion, he pulled her into his arms.


    "Why are you here again? Don''t start," she protested.


    "I''m already dealing with those videos and the rumors. Soon, no one will dafe spread that gossip. And I''m


    sure Ste''s behind this. of it."


    take care