Lizetta struggled to wake up and found herself with a high fever.


    She felt weak all over, barely managed to grope for her phone under the pillow, instinctively wanting to


    call her emergency contact.


    But before her fingers could dial out, WhatsApp buzzed.


    She opened it to see the picture.


    There he was, a man lounging backzily in the club’s leather chair, head tilted back, shirt opened at


    the top revealing two undone buttons, his profile oozing superiority and sleek sophistication.


    Not too far from him sat a girl in a miniskirt, pure and fresh, like a college student.


    Though they were some distance apart and not sitting together, that girl was clearly sneaking nces


    at


    him.


    That look, Lizetta knew it all too well.


    She used to gaze up at him just like that, secretly from the shadows.


    “Heh.”


    Lizetta let out a raspy chuckle, her phone slipping from her grasp.


    In a daze, she didn’t know how much time had passed when the buzzing vibration startled her awake


    again.


    Half out of it, she answered and put the phone to her ear.


    “Litchi, don’t forget toe to the race tomorrow. Do you need me to pick you up? Litchi?”


    Lucian got no reply from Lizetta, only catching her heavy breathing, which made him frown.


    “Lucian, I feel awful.”


    Lizetta’s muffled voice came through, startling Lucian.


    “Where are you? Hello? Lizetta!?”


    But by then, there was no response from the other end.


    Lucian had just taken a shower, ready for bed, but he quickly got dressed in the walk–in closet.


    He quickly changed and called Remington.


    But to his surprise, Remington’s phone also went unanswered.


    At the club.


    Evelina rushed over, stopped a waiter before entering the VIP room, gave some instructions, and


    handed over two grand.


    She entered the room to find Remington indeed still in his previous spot, with a woman in a white


    miniskirt trying to cozy up to him.


    Evelina walked over and snapped, “Step away, he’s not someone you can touch!”


    The girl in the miniskirt was reluctant but seeing Evelina and thinking of the rumors online, she bit her


    lip and walked away.


    Evelina moved to take the seat, but the man suddenly opened his eyes.


    This seat len’t yours either


    His gaze was cold, not showing much sign of drunkenness.


    Evelina froze, feeling both humiliated and wronged.


    She stumbled and ended up flopping right into Remingtor’s arms,


    “Remi, you scared me like that all of a sudden.”


    Before Remington could push her away, Evelina sat up on her own, saying with concern.


    “Cassius sent me a message saying Joseph had too much to drink, I was so worried, I even made


    hangover soup myself, shall I pour some for you?”


    The hangover soup she brought was not homemade though.


    Worried about beingte and Remington leaving, she ordered takeout on the way.


    She leaned in to pour the hangover soup, but Remington was already standing up, his aura even


    somber than before, striding towards the exit.


    Evelina panicked and stood up, “Romi.”


    Cassius and Timothy also came over, and Cassius spoke up.


    “Remi, Evelina cares so much about you.”


    He didn’t finish his sentence when Remington put his hand on his shoulder, pushing down so hard


    Cassius grimaced in pain, his body swaying.


    Remington let go and walked away.


    Cassius, clutching his sore shoulder, hissed, “Man, why’s Remi so angry? I’ve got two action scenes to


    shoot tomorrow, I hope it’s not dislocated!”


    Timothy offered to check, “Let me see?”


    Cassius let go, only for Timothy to p it hard, causing Cassius to wince andsh out at Timothy.


    Timothy dodged and diagnosed, “It’s not dislocated, you’d better be careful, if you cause so much


    trouble next time, it won’t just be a dislocation.”


    He made a throat–slitting gesture.


    Outside the VIP room, Remington strode out, his face a stormy shade of thunder.


    Evelina came, but Lizetta didn’t!


    What does this imply? It goes without saying, it seemed as if ayer of frost had formed over


    Remington’s heart.


    Yet Evelina was still tailing him, matching his every step.


    “Remi, wait for me.”


    Remington suddenly stopped, “Stop following me!”


    His voice was menacing, startling Evelina, her eyes reddening, not understanding why she’d upset him.


    Cedric approached briskly from the opposite direction, and Remingtonmanded, “Take her home.”


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    But Cedric said, “Boss, thedy’s had an ident.”