Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, having Just thought she glimpsed a man’s silhouette darting past the
door during her dance.
She thought she might have seen wrong, but it was really him. Over and over, he snatched away her
opportunities and creations to give to Evelina.
But Lizetta still held onto a sliver of hope, her questioning gaze turned to Louis, who sheepishly smiled
and pulled her aside, “Sorry about that, Ms. Gardenia. Your dance really suited the game we’re
developing, it took it to the next level.
We were totally on board for a cob this time too, but I guess the boss had other things on his mind.
He just checked out your original dance, wasn’t thrilled, and decided we can’t go forward with the
contract.”
So, Remington saw her, knew it was her, and that was why he pulled the plug? Lizetta’s palm pinched
in frustration, feeling a numbness in her heart.
“How could you do this to us?! Isn’t this just toying with people? Your bigpany ying games
without a shred of integrity!”
Ynda was fuming, teeth clenched, but Lizetta held her back, “Let it go, Ynda; let’s just leave.”
Remington’s orders were final; making a fuss now wouldn’t change a thing.
Stepping out of Skyward Studios, Lizetta and Ynda saw Remington’s car roll up, the back window
halfway down, revealing the man’s cold, haughty profile.
Ynda immediately charged forward, “Stop the car!”
Without Remington’s say–so, the driver dared not halt, continuing to drive as the man’s gaze didn’t
even flicker their way.
Ynda, fueled by rage, dashed in front of the car, determined to get justice for Lizetta.
“Ynda!”
Lizetta saw the danger and rushed over, trying to pull Ynda back. In the backseat, the man finally
looked up, his pupils shrinking, “Stop the car!”
Hemanded sternly. The driver mmed on the brakes, but the two women grappling in front of the
car had vanished from sight, possibly hit by ident.
Remington’s hands, resting on his knees, balled up fiercely. He flung open the car door and stepped
out, striding towards the front.
There, Ynda had narrowly avoided being hit, tumbling to the ground unsteadily. Lizetta, pulling her
back, was dragged down with her, bothnding in a heap, utterly disheveled.
Remington approached, seeing they were unharmed, and spoke with a steely face, “Nice try ying
bumper fraud.”
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“Badass Remington, you hit your own wife with a car, now that’s slick!” Ynda spat back angrily.
Lizetta, pushing herself up from the ground, held back Ynda from charging again, and said to
Remington.
“Mr. Dashiell, you got it wrong. Scammers pick on the soft–hearted, kind ones. A ck–hearted
capitalist like you doesn’t even qualify to be scammed.”
Remington snorted coldly. Of course, he understood why Lizetta and her friend were so pissed.
Throwing a tantrum because the deal fell through, acting all crazy with embarrassment, and now they
want
to break away from the Dashiell family, leave him? What a joke!
“If it’s not a scam, that’s good.”
With that, Remington turned and headed back to his car.
Ynda, furious on Lizetta’s behalf, shook off her restraint and blocked the car door, ring at
Remington.
“Badass Remington, you’re a real heartless, bone–eating capitalist, aren’t you? Other tycoons at least
leave their ex–wives with half their wealth, or at the very least, a car and a house and alimony!
But look at you, Liz has been practically a widow for the two years she’s married to you, and you’re
leaving her with a mountain of debt in the divorce! She tries to make a buck, and you block her path,
snatch her resources to pamper your mistress.
Siphoning food from your wife’s te to feed your mistress, you’re too stingy to y sugar daddy! What
did Liz do in her past life, dig up your ancestors‘ graves or something, for you to humiliate and bully her
like this? What kind of man are you!”