Remington looked up, “So, running errands is your hobby? How about I transfer you to the Dashiell


    Group’s logisticspany to shine bright?”


    Cedric shuddered, quickly packed up his stuff, and bolted out of the office like a bat out of hell.


    Remington went back to his paperwork, business as usual, but there was a hint of Irritation in his eyes.


    That woman was ying him like a fiddle, getting better at giving him the cold shoulder, blocking him


    and hanging up on his calls like it was her day job. Did he have no pride? Still bending over backward


    to shower her with resources?


    Instead of living the cushy life as Mrs. Dashiell, she was hell–bent on chasing hardship. If she had such


    a hunger for suffering, he’d let her have a taste for a few more days. Once she’d had enough of the


    pain, she’d know where her safe harbor was.


    At Meadowbrook Meadows.


    Right after Lizetta hung up the phone, Ynda huffed, “Let’s steel our heart and be done ying with


    jerkfaces! I’m off to go head–to–head with the trolls!”


    She was all geared up to go back to her room and have a keyboard war with the haters. But Lizetta


    grabbed her, “Chill, staying in constant fury may take a toll on the breasts. Let’s roll; time to hunt for


    some grub.


    “But.”


    “Forget about online drama. I’ve got it covered; no rush, we can p back tomorrow.”


    Lizetta dragged Ynda out the door, and they found a cozy little diner. Breakfast arrived, and Lucian


    called.


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    “Litchi, everything at the police station is crystal clear. It’s ssified as an attempted sexual assault,


    and you were defending yourself, no me on you. That dude woke up and after two days of


    observation in the hospital, he’ll be transferred to the detention center, no light sentence. Your info’s


    been locked down tight; you just take it easy.”


    Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, “Okay.”


    “Not sounding too chipper. You’re not still at odds with Remi, are you?”


    Lizetta cracked a smile, “I’m thinking of how to thank you.”


    “At least you’ve got a conscience. Don’t go overboard, just brew a few more jars of green plum wine for


    me this year. I’ve already finished mine, no more in the Dashiell family mansion either. I’ve been


    craving that taste.”


    Behind the Dashiell family house were a few green plum trees. The fruit was tart, and


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    Lizetta would make green plum wine every year,


    The doctor said it was good for digestion and fatigue, and helpful for cardiovascr diseases, so Fiona


    was quite fond of it.


    Lucian too said that Lizetta’s plum wine tasted like home, different from any other drink. In the four


    years he hadn’t been home, he never forgot to ask for his yearly fix.


    Lizetta always made sure to send some his way, even if it meant air freight.


    “It’s not the season yet. How about I set you up with a girlfriend instead? You’ve finally had some


    reputation now; why let good things go to waste?”


    *Stop! Grandma and mom are on my case about marriage enough as it is, it’s bad enough from them


    since they’re the elders, but what gives you, a little squirt, any right to nag?”


    Lizetta went silent, “By right of being your sister–inw.”


    “Pffthaha.”


    Ynda could imagine Lucian’s bafflement on the other end and couldn’t help but spit out her soy milk


    inughter.


    “Marrying Remi sure made you bold! Oh, there’s a race at the club next week; wannae watch?”


    Lizetta wasn’t too keen on joining the crowd, but Ynda got excited, shaking her arm and cooing in a


    low voice.


    “Let’s go, let’s go! I’ve never seen a car race before.”


    She had gotta pamper her bestie!


    “Alright, I’ll bring Ynda along.”


    After breakfast, Lizetta headed to the set to shoot a couple of dance stand–in scenes.


    It was a period drama about pce intrigue, with the second female lead being a seductive empress


    who captured the emperor’s heart with a dance.


    Drenched in favor, she became the protagonist’s greatest rival. Later, due to arrogance and family


    downfall, she lost favor and was locked up. Proud and haughty, she refused to just rot away.


    Barefoot and disheveled, she climbed the same stage where she once danced to enthrall the emperor.


    A sword dance followed, filled with mournful cries, and at the end, she slit her throat, a beauty’s life


    tragically cut short.


    These two dances were crucial – one had to be enchanting enough to captivate an emperor, the other


    mad and mournful, embodying the character’s joys and sorrows. The role wouldn’t stand without them,


    and the challenge was immense.


    Yet Lizetta nailed them with ease, both in one take.


    “Bravo, bravo, beautiful dancing! You captured exactly what I wanted! Gorgeous face, great on camera!


    I can’t bear to rece these shots in post–production; you’re born for this gig!”


    The director repeatedly praised her while reviewing the footage and instructed his assistant, “Send her


    an extra sum of money, and keep her contact info.”


    That was code for future coborations.


    The second female lead waiting to reshoot her scenes was none other than Lulu, the celebrity they had


    seen at Maplewood Club the other day.