Evelina’s nails dug into her palm in an instant, her heart pounding so hard she could barely keep it


    together, trying to hide her quilt an tears streamed down her face


    “Reml, I didn’t.”


    But Remington wasn’t having any of her excuses, he turned on his heel to leave.


    Now Evelina was really freaking out. She got out of the car, chasing after him, trying to grab his arm,


    pleading desperately


    “Come on, investing in the Hawthome Group was part of the deal you promised mel How can you go


    back on your word?”


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Remington’s eyes cut through her like daggers.


    Evelina’s hand froze in ce, not daring to cross the line.


    Remington looked away, his voice loy. “You don’t know when to stop. I made it clear to you, didn’t 17


    Didn’t I tell you to leave Liz alone?”


    A chill ran down Evelina’s spine. Remington had indeed said so.


    Last time, in her room, he wamed her that if she messed with Lizetta again, he could take back


    everything he had given just as easily.


    But back then, Lizetta was still his wife.


    Now they were divorced, Lizetta was no longer Mrs. Dashiell.


    Considering who Remington was, it was unthinkable how Lizetta had embarrassed him. She didn’t


    deserve his protection or affection.


    Why on earth was he still making such a fuss over Lizetta?


    “Remington, you can’t do this. The Hawthome family and the Dashiell family go way back. You’re


    cutting off the Hawthornes escape route! Plus, I didn’t even provoke Lizetta, I swear I didn’t know


    anything, April didn’t tell me! And it’s not like Lizetta suffered any harm.”


    The livestream had just started picking up steam when that lunatic Ynda grabbed my phone.


    She blew the lid off everything right there and then. Now the inte’s throwing shade at Jolin and


    Apollo, the whole lot of them.


    April’d been locked up, no telling if she would make ball.


    Compared to that, Lizetta got off scot free.


    Why the hell did Remington still want to pull the plug on the Hawthome Group after all this?


    Evelina was a mix of rage and despair, feeling dizzy and on the verge of passing out, her face ghostly


    pale as if she might faint any second.


    Remington just nced at her, ‘Im not a cop. Cops need evidence to make a case.”


    Evelina’s lips trembled, terrified at the thought of the Hawthomes going broke.


    shes of her childhood, scrimping and saving at the Gardenia family, made her tears fall in fear.


    She was used to the life of luxury now, there was no way she could go back to that life.


    She looked up at Remington with pleading eyes, sobbing and begging.


    “Remi, I was wrong. I apologize to Lizetta, Ill do it sincerely, please don’t do this. My parents raised her


    for six wouldn’t want to see the Hawthorne family fall, I’ll beg her, I’ll go right now.”


    Evelina was frantic to leave, but Remington’s cold gaze pinned her in ce.


    “She doesn’t need your apology! Evelina, you broke the rules of the game, now you’ve got to face the


    consequences!”


    His look pierced her like a de, making her realize there was no going back.


    Lately, because of the baby, Evelina had felt like Remington really cared for her.


    But now, she deeply realized just how ruthless he could be.


    How could he be so heartless towards her, not a shred of pity!


    Remington didn’t return to the office, nor did he head to the old house.


    Instead, he had someone take him to Riverbend Abbey, where Nathan and Hanna lived.


    er all. She


    The Abbey was bustling even by day with several luxury cars parked in the yard, none of them


    belonging to the Dashiell family.


    Remington didn’t announce his arrival, just showed up. Stepping out of the car, he was immediately


    spotted by a servant.


    The servant was taken aback, “Mr. Remington, what brings you back? Mrs. Hanna has a few friends


    over for Mahjong. I let her know.”


    Remington was in a hurry. He had grown up under Oswald and Fiona’s care, respectful but not close to


    his parents.


    09-49


    His visits here were rare, and usually announced in advance.


    The servant was about to inform Hanna but Remington’s chilly gaze and firm voice stopped her.


    “No need ‘


    Rooted to the spot by hismanding tone, the servant watched as he strode past her, heading into


    the vi.


    Then, the chatter of thedies in the small living room reached his ears.


    “Mrs. Hanna, so your son is really divorced now?”


    “That’s right


    “Well, congrattions to you, Mrs. Hanna. You’ve finally got rid of that troublesome daughter–inw.”


    “If it hadn’t been for that seductress climbing into bed, and Fiona taking pity on her, forcing Remington


    to marry her, with his credentials you’d be spoilt for choice among the city’s eligibledies, wouldn’t


    you?”