Lizetta whipped around and yanked the car door with all her might, even pounding on the window
ss.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Are you out of your freaking mind?” Remington yanked her back.
Lizetta lifted her head from the man’s embrace, her eyes bloodshot, ring at him with disgust.
“I’m not crazy. I just can’t stand sharing the same air with you; I’m about to hurl‘ She was dead serious,
feeling like she was about to throw up in frustration.
Remington, however, thought she was so disgusted with him that she was on the verge of puking,
especially since the look she gave him was devoid of any past trace of sweetness, adoration, or tender
reliance.
His heart clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and he abruptly closed his eyes and let go of
her
“Stop the car! Let her bail,”
The car screeched to a halt, and Lizetta couldn’t wait to shove the door open and jump out. True to
form, the car didn’t stick around for a second and zoomed off.
Thinking of Ynda still at Skyward Studios, Lizetta gged down another ride and headed back.
When she returned, Ynda was sitting at the flowerbed by the entrance.
“Liz, you okay? Badass Remington didn’t do anything to you, did he?”
Lizetta shook her head and gave Ynda a once–over, making sure she hadn’t been roughed up by
the bodyguards, before asking.
“What are you doing sitting here?”
Ynda was fuming, “Obviously, I’m waiting to give Bitch Evelina a piece of my mind. This ain’t over,
even if I can’t snatch back the opportunity, I’m going to give her a taste of her own medicine and tarnish
her reputation right here! She’s not getting off scot–free!
Lizetta pulled her up, an idea forming in her mind. Just then, Louis happened to be escorting Evelina
out
Evelina had tried out the dance; she indeed knew how to dance, after all, ra was a dancer. But her
skills. were amateurish. Without Lizetta topare, she might have barely passed muster, but next to
Lizetta’s shining example, Evelina’s dancing was painfully subpar.
Louis was inwardly troubled, but Remington had announced–if Evelina could cut it, the gig was hers.
Even though Evelina was clearly out of her depth, she was the future boss‘ wife, and Louis didn’t dare
offend her, so he just bit the bullet and went along with it.
n our end.”
“Ms. Hawthorne, whenever you’re ready to sign the contract, we’re all set on
Evelina’s face lit up with a smug smile as she saw Lizetta and intentionally walked past with Louis.
“Sis, you’re still here? I was just about to sign the contract with Louis. If you’re having trouble finding a
ride, how about waiting until I’m done, and I’ll give you a lift?”
Ynda clicked her tongue, itching to tear her apart, but Lizetta squeezed Ynda’s wrist.
“I have a way to make her back off,” she said to Ynda, not bothering to lower her voice, and Evelina
heard it, scoffing dismissively.
The meat was already in her mouth – did Lizetta really think she would give it up?
“Ms. Hawthorne, can we have a word in private?”
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Lizetta looked at Evelina, who thought the former must have lost her marbles.
She chuckled, “I’m in a hurry to sign the contract.”
Lizetta leaned in close to Evelina’s ear, “What I want to talk about involves Remington. If you still want
my divorce from him to go smoothly, you’d better listen.”
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Evelina narrowed her eyes but ultimately followed Lizetta aside. Lizetta didn’t waste words, she opened
her purse and showed Evelina something.
Three minutester, Evelina came back and told Louis, “Louis, for the dance role, Lizetta is the better
fit. Yourpany should stick to the original contract with Lizetta; I’m bowing out.”
Louis‘ eyes brightened, “But Mr. Dashiell…
Evelina smiled gently. “I’ll handle Mr. Dashiell, you don’t need to report back to him anymore.”
Louis was already not pleased with Evelina, so now that he could get back on track without lifting a
finger, he naturally had no objections.
He sent Evelina on her way, fearing anyst–minute changes, and immediately went with Lizetta to
sign the
contract.