Remington knew damn well that Hogan wouldn’t spill the beans about Lizetta’s whereabouts.


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    His grip on Hogan’s coi began to loosen.


    “You’re just buying time for her, looks like she’s definitely at the airport.”


    Hogan kept his cool, simply replying, “Noment.”


    But Remington wasn’t born yesterday, he’d already pieced it together.


    If Lizetta wasn’t here, but hiding out somewhere else in Zion City, there’d be no need for Hogan to


    stage a smoke screen with some dame at the airport.


    The only logical exnation was that she was here.


    She was indeed nning to leave today, just on a different flight one that had likely already taken off or


    was about to.


    That was why Hogan needed to stall for time.


    Remington let go of Hogan and headed out with his crew towards Gate 3.


    Hogan frowned as he watched the man hurry off, then nced at his watch and let out a sigh.


    Lizetta was already on a ne to Havenport. Thinking back on Remington’s icy demeanor, she bit her


    lip, a bundle of nerves.


    When she overheard Remington and Fiona at the Dashiell family mansion say that he’d never let her


    marry another man, it gave her the jitters.


    Afraid of being blocked today, she secretly bought another ticket to Havenport.


    She nned toy low in Havenport for a while.


    Lizetta knew Remington’s prideful nature; after seeing her determination and giving him the cold


    shoulder


    for a month,


    cool


    Even if he was possessive, he was bound off.


    By then,ing back to get a divorce should be a cakewalk.


    Lizetta had her bases covered, but she didn’t expect Remington to actually chase her down to the


    airport.


    Now, she kept checking her watch, hoping time would fly and the ne would take off ASAP.


    If Remington couldn’t find her in the waiting room, he’d turn Zion City upside down. By the time he drew


    a nk there, she’d be well hidden in Havenport.


    Lizetta’s wishful thinking worked; the cabin door was securely closed, and they were ready for takeoff.


    She finally rxed, her tense back losing its strength as she slumped into her seat, slowly removing


    her hat and scarf.


    She was sweating bullets, took a deep breath, and gently rubbed her belly, whispering to herself,


    “Joy, I’m sorry, I’m just so tired, I can’t keep this up. I can’t let you meet your dad, but I promise, I’ll love


    and cherish you twice as much.”


    10:16


    Chapter 274e


    A wave of nausea hit her again, maybe the baby was ming her.


    Lizetta’s nose tumed sour, her almond eyes dampened, and her brows and eyshes tinged with


    sadness and heavy quilt.


    “What’s on your mind?”


    Suddenly, a voice inquired from above.


    The voice was raspy and steady but carried an immense weight.


    Oh so familiar


    Lizetta thought she was hearing things. She blinked slowly, stiffly lifting her head.


    There he was, standing right beside her sent, looking down at her.


    His eyes were deep and stormy, his handsome face frosty, and his thin lips curled into a mocking smile.


    In that moment, Lizetta felt like a rabbit caught in an eagle’s gaze, her hair standing on end.


    “The cabin door is closed! How did you…”


    Before she could finish, the man loomed over her.


    “I’ve changed my mind; you’re not going anywhere!”


    With a chilling interruption, Remington unbuckled her seatbelt and, in full view of everyone, scooped


    Lizetta up in his arms as she barely had time to react.