Remington’s eyes were glued to the ss tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were


    popping


    out.


    He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.


    “Who told you the kid’s mine? I’m not nning on getting divorced, so back off!”


    He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.


    His gaze never left the figure in the ss tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even


    sourer.


    Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank


    to pull his wife out with his bare hands.


    “Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!“, Cedric pleaded.


    Remington gritted his mrs to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, “Clear the area,


    now!”


    “Mr. Remington, you’re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta’s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be


    tough.”


    A vein in Remington’s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned


    over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.


    She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.


    He was stone–faced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.


    She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids stered to the outside of the


    tank. giving them a wink.


    Her noon showsted a total of forty minutes, and after diving in and out of the water a hundred or so


    times, Lizetta was gasping for air and swam up to the surface.


    But before she could fully emerge, arge hand reached into the water, grabbed her arm tightly, and


    yanked her out with a swoosh.


    Fresh out of the water, Lizetta’s eyes stung, her face dripping, and she couldn’t open her


    eyes.


    As she was fished out of the water and into the man’s arms, the familiar strength and height instantly


    told her who it was. She kicked and struggled.


    “What are you doing? Put me down, I’m not done performing!”


    The woman in his arms was soaking wet, her skin bare, her seaweed–like hair clinging to her face and


    neck, her tail flicking continuously.


    She looked as pitiful and vulnerable as a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory desire to dominate.


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    Remington’s face was as dark as the depths, his voice colder than the pool water.


    “Lizetta, I’m really pissed off right now! If you don’t want to be stripped of your fish skin in public,


    behave yourself!”


    Lizetta was scared stiff by his ominous tone and gradually stopped struggling.


    Cedric hurried over with a cashmere nket, but only got a nce before Remington’s terrifying look


    made him quickly turn away, not daring to stare.


    Remington shook out the nket and wrapped Lizetta up, striding out as the path had already been


    cleared.


    He carried Lizetta out of the restaurant, with the bodyguard already holding the car door open.


    Lizetta was stuffed into the car and plopped onto the back seat.


    She immediately tried to throw off the nket and escape.


    But Remington was right behind her, mming the car door shut, and at the same time, hisrge hand


    pinned her shoulder down, keeping her firmly under his control.


    “Let go! I’m working right now: what the hell are you doing?”


    Lizetta squirmed, trapped under Remington’s grip, his handsome face stormy, his voice cold.


    “Get lost!”


    The driver wasn’t Cedric, and had beenpletely bbergasted at seeing Remington bring a


    mermaid into the


    car.


    At Remington’s sharpmand, he bolted out of the car, closing the door behind him and stepping


    back several


    paces.


    Lizetta kept pushing against Remington, her face flushed with effort.


    “If you don’t want us to trend for a car make–out session, then just chill out!”


    Remington pressed down on Lizetta, his voice deep and cold, warning her in her ear.


    Remembering their current situation, Lizetta froze, and then red at Remington indignantly, “I’m just


    doing my job.”


    “Huh, just doing your job? Is this a real job? I taught you to dive, not to dress like this and unt


    yourself in ces like this!”


    Was this woman blind? Couldn’t she see the lecherous gazes those men outside the tank were


    shooting her?


    Damn it!


    A cold frost covered Remington’s deep eyes as he spoke, and he tugged at the two seashell bra cups


    on Lizetta’s chest.


    But the bra was so flimsy it tore off in his hands, his forehead vein throbbing, his expression even more


    menacing.


    “Lizetta! What the hell are you wearing?”


    “Ah! Pervert!” Lizetta screamed, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes reddening from his harsh


    words, her neck stiffening.