Just thinking about Evelina’s Facebook post about changing the dressing made Lizetta wanna hurl.


    When Remington’s gaze floated over, Lizetta quickly looked down, scalded the curry with hot water,


    and ced them in front of Ynda and Hogan.


    “Remi! Are you just gonna stand there and watch them pick on me?” Shirley whined for ages, but


    Remington didn’t even bat an eyelid, which really ticked her off.


    Remington’s eyes were still on Lizetta, noticing how her smile vanished into thin air the moment she


    saw him, and how she fussed over some other dude.


    The man’s handsome face turned a shade darker as he withdrew his gaze.


    “What do you mean, ‘picking on you“?”


    “I went over to say ‘hi‘ to Hogan and Lizetta, all excited, and her friendes at me with water to throw


    in my face! Lizetta doesn’t even take my side and starts mocking me, saying I’m cheap.”


    Shirley made up a sob story, looking all wronged.


    Lizetta stood up and strutted over, chin up, her gaze at Remington dripping with sarcasm, “Remington,


    why are you hanging out with these two?”


    Evelina’s eyes welled up, “Sis, are you mad?”


    “Not at all,” Lizetta said, the picture of innocence.


    “Then why’d you talk to Remington like that? You must’ve gotten it wrong.”


    Shirley felt like she’d heard Lizetta’s words before. Realizing what was happening, she quickly tugged


    at Evelina.


    Evelina turned, seeing Shirley looking all panicky. She was confused, but Shirley was mentally cursing


    her for being such a lousy wingman today.


    Lizetta smirked, “You got it wrong. I was just saying ‘hi‘ to you guys, exactly like Ms. Shirley Dashiell did


    just now!


    Evelina was mortified, and Shirley was on the verge of actual tears.


    Remington cast a cold nce at her, “You call that a happy greeting?”


    Shirley felt embarrassed and wronged. Evelina opened her mouth to defend her, but she was the one


    who had just used Lizetta of having an attitude.


    “Apologize!” Remingtonmanded Shirley coldly.


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    Shirley bit her lip, stubborn as ever. Lizetta scoffed and waved it off, “Forget it, it’s more than you can


    handle. Just don’t disturb our meal, okay?”


    She turned to leave, but Remington grabbed her wrist.


    “Shirley,” he said, his voice calm but clearly displeased.


    Shirley looked up, eyes red, “I’m sorry.”


    “Sorry to whom?” Remington’s patience was wearing thin.


    Shirley’s tears started to fall; this time her apology seemed a lot more genuine, at least on the surface.


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    “Lizetta, I’m sorry for disturbing your meal.”


    Lizetta nodded coolly and struggled to signal Remington to let go. Remington looked at Ynda and


    Hogan, “Since we’ve bumped into each other, let’s all head to the private


    room.”


    Lizetta pulled her hand away, “No need, we’ve already ordered.”


    Evelina said with a smile, “They can bring the dishes to the private room;e on sis, it’s been ages


    since we had a meal together after I came back.”


    She tried to link arms with Lizetta, who dodged with a raised hand, fed up, “No, thanks.”


    Evelina bit her lip, “Sis, are you still mad at me?”


    Ynda walked over and put her arm around Lizetta’s shoulders, “Ms. Hawthorne, you always have so


    much on your mind. I get social anxiety, I get indigestion around strangers, and of course, Liz needs to


    consider that.”


    She walked off with Lizetta, while Remington’s gaze lingered on Hogan for a moment before leading


    the others away.


    Lizetta sat back down, and Ynda gave her a thumbs up.


    “Liz, your acting’s not bad either; you nailed that Shrew Shirley!”


    “Shrew Shirley?”


    Hogan exined, “She’s like some woman who always stay with nostrils in the air, stinking to high


    heaven, and is practically a rat.”


    She turned to Hogan, “Hogan, you know Shirley?”


    Hogan simply said, “Met a few times, not close.”


    “But Ms. Shirley Dashiell seems to have a huge crush on you, Dr. White,” Ynda teased, her eyes like


    a love radar.


    Hogan’s smile grew slowly, “But I’ve already got someone I have a crush on, and it’s not


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    Ms. Shirley Dashiell.”


    His gaze unintentionally fell on Lizetta, who caught the overly tender look behind his sses and


    paused, her mind elsewhere.


    Shirley had got her nose in the air, and Hogan was clearly from a notable family. But Lizetta hadn’t


    heard Hogan talk about it, nor had she seen him in the usual circles; she always thought Hogan was


    just a regr doctor.


    “Evelina’s nning to break into showbiz? The folks she was with are big names in the industry,”


    Ynda mentioned, as she was from a film academy and, though she hadn’tnded a role yet, she’d


    been on movie sets doing stunts, so she knew her showbiz folks.


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