When Cedric was on pins and needles, a loud noise of a chair grating against the floor cut through the
deathly silence of the office.
It was a sharp and spooky sound. Cedric wished he could just tuck his head into his chest as, from the
corner of his eye, he saw Remington, radiating an icy chill, heading for the door.
Cedric hurried to follow, but nearly got his nose squashed by the door mming shut. For the sake of
his own skin, he wisely decided not to follow any further.
Down at the café.
Thewyer Lizetta had hired bolted as soon as he found out the other party was Remington.
Lizetta couldn’t hold him back, so she had to wait there by herself. She nced at the time, she had
booked the dance studio and needed to hustle over there to practiceter.
But this time, she should be able to smoothly get Remington to sign the divorce papers, right? As
Lizetta was mulling this over, an intense gaze locked onto her as if it were tangible.
When Lizetta looked up, the man was already striding over to her, bringing a cold breeze with him.
“What, ah! What are you doing?”
Remington grabbed Lizetta’s wrist, yanked her up from her seat, and started heading out. The man’s
back gave off a cold and fierce vibe as he strode quickly and urgently.
Lizetta was only 5’6“, much shorter than him, and stumbled as she was dragged along, banging her
thigh against the corner of a nearby table.
She winced in pain and struggled, “Remington, let go!”
The man was deaf to her pleas, pulling her out of the café and into the elevator down to the
underground parking.
It was the middle of the workday, and the parking lot was deserted.
Lizetta, frightened by his dominant and fierce aura, struggled even harder, “It hurts; can’t you just tell
me what you want to say?”
Remington finally stopped, but the next second he turned around and mmed the divorce papers into
Lizetta’s arms.
Lizetta clutched the papers in panic, only to be scooped up by Remington. He took a few quick steps,
opened the car door, and stuffed her inside.
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Lizetta kicked and tried to jump out, not cooperating at all, “What on earth are you doing? I have things
to
do.”
Before she could finish, with a click, Remington buckled her seatbelt and mmed the car door shut
with a bang.
Lizetta was fuming, but then a thought struck her. Could it be that Remington was eager to whisk her
off to City Hall?
She stopped struggling and hastily flipped to thest page of the divorce agreement. But there, only her
own signature was on it; Remington still hadn’t signed.
Lizetta’s anger red up even more, and as soon as Remington got in the car, she confronted him
irritably.
“What’s the meaning of this? You said yourself, as long as I pay back 3 million to the Dashiell family,
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agree to the divorce. I’ve agreed to your terms now, why won’t you sign?”
In this new agreement, she was willing to divorce without taking any property with her, and to pay back
3 million as thepensation of two years of marriage without affection.
She couldn’t understand what more he could possibly want! Lizetta felt like she was going to go mad
because of him.
Remington’s mocking gaze was cold, “Lizetta, you’ve grown some ambition, huh? Where do you n
to scrounge up that 3 million?”
She was just a 22–year–old girl who hadn’t held down a serious job since graduating. With those two
dodgy part–time gigs she had left, how could she muster up that 3 million?
He was sure she couldn’te up with the money; that was why he set the condition, never expecting
she would actually agree.
“You don’t need to worry about where I’ll get the money from. I wrote it in the agreement, and I won’t go
back on my word. Just sign it already!”
Lizetta remembered howst night Remington had carried her out and dumped her barefoot on the
main road. Thinking about how his people had hurt Ynda, she couldn’t stand another day of it.
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