The tall and striking man had an intimidating presence, breezing past the ss walls of the waiting


    area with a posse of ck–d bodyguards clearing the way, heading straight for another terminal.


    Lizetta’s face turned even paler, instinctively she pulled on her hat, yanked up her scarf, and ducked


    her head in a fluster.


    Just then, the boarding call red through the speakers.


    Lizetta shot up, grabbed her suitcase, and hightailed it to the gate without looking back.


    “Mr. Dashiell, all flights to Veridia board from this Gate 3 lounge. Mrs. Dashiell’s ne ain’t taking off for


    another two hours. We’ve got all the exits covered, but no sign of her yet.”


    Remington strode into Gate 3 lounge, where his bodyguards had already done a quick sweep and were


    reporting back.


    His face set like stone, Remington walked directly into the crowd and ordered, “Keep looking!”


    He gestured to his guards to fan out, his eagle–eyed gaze scanning rapidly.


    If the flight wasn’t leaving for another two hours, Lizetta had to be here somewhere.


    But after a thorough search, there was still no trace of Lizetta.


    A hint of irritation crept into Remington’s eyes, his brows knitting together slightly.


    “Mr. Dashiell, think she hasn’t shown up yet?”


    International flights board early, and ticket checking was already underway, but Lizetta was nowhere in


    the


    queue.


    Remington turned to the bodyguard who spoke up and asked in a deep voice, “Checked the


    bathroom?”


    “Yep, had someone go in and look, no sign of her.”


    Frustrated, Remington’s peripheral vision caught a familiar tall figure chatting up a woman, heading


    towards the ticket checkpoint.


    A sh of fury crossed Remington’s eyes, and he strode over, reaching out to grab the man’s shoulder


    from behind and yanking hard.


    The man turned around, revealing the refined face of Hogan.


    Darkness swirled in Remington’s eyes as he threw a punch.


    “Trying to steal my girl! Hogan, you’re asking for it!”


    The punchnded on Hogan’s cheekbone, sending his wire–rimmed sses flying, shattered patterns


    fanning out.


    In a fury, Remington pulled the woman standing in front of Hogan behind him, his entire being radiating


    a wrathful possessiveness.


    Hogan’s face bruised as he staggered and steadied himself, then straightened up, his lips curling into a


    sneer.


    “Where’s thising from, Mr. Dashiell? Maybe you should check if that’s your wife.”


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    The mockery in Hogan’s eyes sent a bad feeling washing over Remington.


    He spun around and yanked off the hat and scarf from the woman with her head bowed.


    Underneath was a face panicked andpletely unfamiliar.


    This wasn’t Lizetta at all!


    Remington suddenly released the woman, who scampered away, relieved.


    He turned and grabbed Hogan by the cor.


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


    “Where is she?”


    Compared to Remington’s barely contained rage, Hogan remained poised and graceful.


    “Like you said, Mr. Dashiell, Liz is your woman. If you don’t know where she is, how would I?”


    The icy fury in Remington’s eyes was palpable.


    “Quit ying dumb. You think hiding her will help you get what you want? The person I’m looking for


    can’t hide forever!


    Hogan nodded, “Sure, Mr. Dashiell, you’ve got connections everywhere, finding someone should be a


    breeze. But did you ever stop to think, if Liz is going to these lengths, she’s made up her mind to leave!


    She doesn’t want to see you, doesn’t want to get tangled up with you anymore. If you’ve already filed


    for divorce, why put on this show and chase her down? You should respect Liz’s decision.”