“Alright.” Remington hung up, grabbed his coat, and bolted out of the office.


    Cedric quickly stood up and approached as Remington headed briskly towards the elevator


    “No need to tag along.”


    Cedric nodded, a bit curious about where the boss was off to all by himself thiste.


    But he still had something to run by him, so he followed a few steps and asked.


    “Mr. Dashiell, Mr. Frost and the others are still in the meeting room having tea, should we…”


    Earlier in the evening, when Remington came back to pull an all–nighter at the Starlight Group, he had


    Cedric summon Mr. Frost, Mt. Grover, and Mr. Hardy


    They were there, but out of sight, just ordered to be kept in a small meeting room, sipping on tea.


    Pot after pot, no bathroom breaks.


    Now, after more than three hours, the three honchos were pale as ghosts and about to blow a gasket.


    “Let ‘em stew till the wee hours and then they can scram.”


    Remington had reached the elevator and issued themand indifferently.


    Cedric nodded, “Any message for them?”


    “Tell ‘em to go ask their better halves.”


    Remington stepped into the elevator, and Cedric bowed slightly, stepping back, then suddenly blurted


    out to Remington inside.


    “Mr. Dashiell, you might bump into Mr. Hawthorne on your way down.” Evelina had been sent home,


    and the driver had ryed Remington’s message about pulling the plug on the second phase of


    funding to Kevin.


    Kevin had rushed to the Starlight Group in a panic, but Remington hadn’t let him up all this time.


    Sure enough, in the parking lot, Remington ran into Kevin, who was lying in wait. Seeing Remington


    stride over, Kevin hurried up to him.


    “Remington, did Eve do something foolish on a whim? She’s had a tough childhood, and we spoiled


    her rotten when she got back, making her even less impressive. On her behalf, I apologize to you. How


    can you just change your mind about the investment like that?”


    Remingtonpletely ignored Kevin, opened his car door, and ducked inside.


    Kevin, desperate, tried to grab the car door, but a cold, warning nce from Remington chilled even


    this seasoned businessman to the bone, stopping him in his tracks.


    Remington mmed the car door, started the engine, then rolled down the window to say coldly.


    “Instead of hitting a brick wall with me, Mr. Hawthorne, you’d better straighten out your good–for–


    nothing daughter, so she doesn’t stir up even bigger trouble.”


    Kevin thought it was just a lovers‘ spat between Remington and Evelina, but Remington’s words were


    warning.


    enough to count as a


    As he pondered this, Remington’s car had already sped out of the underground garage.


    Remington got there before Lizetta, driving slowly to the old neighborhood. From a distance, he spotted


    a bundle squatting by the flower beds.


    He walked over and looked down at the kid.


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    “Good on you for having the sense to put on a thick coat before heading out.”


    Joseph was wrapped in a big, thick down jacket and looked up when he heard the voice.


    “I’m doing all this for who, huh? Remi, you’re so heartless, no wonder Liz dumped you”


    Remington chuckled, “Get up.”


    “Can’t, my legs are numb.”


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    Remington had no choice but to crouch down and was about to pick up Joseph when the kid grabbed


    his coat cor.


    “Remi, did you really divorce Liz? You’ll regret it, I’m telling you. With the way the male–to–female ratio


    is, girls these days can have like four boyfriends each. And Liz, she’s such a looker. Bet if she gets


    divorced, shell have guys lined up in no time, like a dozen or twenty chasing after her! Then you’ll be


    the ex–hubby being hounded by guys, sheesh, just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for you‘


    Remington figured the kid knew how to hit where it hurt. He tugged at the back of the kid’s neck and


    hoisted him up, scoffing.


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    Til by no means be the ex–hubby! And Liz will never be past tense in my book,”


    “What do you mean? Come on, Remi, just admit it, do you like Liz or not?”


    Lizetta hurried over and from a distance, she heard Joseph’s question.


    Her steps faltered, as if rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the man’s broad back, holding her breath.