Wilma was still struggling, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance, “Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell, it’s


    Mrs. Hanna Dashiell who sent me! After all, you’ve been with the Dashiell family for over twenty years.


    You’ve practically watched Mr. Remington Dashiell grow up.”


    Ynda made a show of clenching her fist, and Wilma instantly fell silent.


    Lizetta, holding the thermos, suddenly had a change of heart. She walked towards a delivery guy who


    seemed unsure whether to approach or not, handed him the bottle, and gave him 50 bucks.


    “Could you please deliver this to the Starlight Group for me?”


    50 bucks for a single delivery was a good deal. Besides, the guy had seen the whole scene where


    Ynda. had beaten those people up.


    With Ynda still ring menacingly behind Lizetta, the delivery guy quickly made the smart choice.


    Watching him leave with the soup, Ynda blinked, “You’re sending the soup to Badass Remington?”


    Lizetta nodded, “It’s a pretty good soup. He’s getting it more than he deserves.”


    Dumping the soup on Wilma’s head would just provoke Hanna to probably send even more people


    tomorrow. Better to send it to Remington and be done with it.


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    To ensure Remington got the soup, Lizetta got into her car and unblocked his WhatsApp, sending him


    a


    message.


    [Delivery for you: nutritious soup at the front desk. Please sign for it.]


    After sending the message, she blocked him again.


    The Starlight Group, CEO’s office.


    The atmosphere was tense that morning. While Remington wasn’t the type to lose his temper with his


    staff, the chill he radiated had already made many senior executives tremble as they left his presence.


    Seeing Lizetta’s message, Remington almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Once he read the message


    clearly, the icy expression on his face slowly began to thaw. He managed to keep a straight face and


    immediately asked Cedric to wait in the lobby.


    Half an hourter, Cedric came up with the thermos and ced it in front of Remington.


    The moment Remington opened it, his lips, which rarely showed any emotion, couldn’t help but curve


    up- slightly.


    “Mrs. Dashiell must have heard about the injury you got yesterday and specially made this nourishing


    soup. I’ll serve some to you, Boss. If Mrs. Dashiell sees you’ve finished it, surely she’ll cool down.”


    Seeing Remington’s mood brighten, Cedric also heaved a sigh of relief and smiled broadly as he


    served the soup.


    Remington took it as a peace offering from Lizetta and happily finished every drop. However, that was


    when Hanna’sining call came through.


    “Remington, I went through so much trouble to get fresh centa, cleaned and cooked into a soup. It’s


    so


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    nutritious! I had Wilma take it to Lizetta, and she didn’t appreciate it at all. Even hit Wilma, and at her


    age, she could’ve broken her tailbone! Also, Lizetta isn’t staying put at the mansion during her


    pregnancy; you


    should tell her.”


    Before Hanna could finish, Remington’s expression darkened.


    “What soup did you just say?”


    “centa, you know, ‘like cures like‘. Don’t worry, it’s all from healthy babies.”


    Hanna couldn’t finish before Remington felt his stomach churn. His face went pale, and he mmed


    his phone on the table, rushing into the bathroom.


    The sound of his retching filled the room.


    Cedric, standing by the door, hesitated to enter. He had heard Hanna’s loud voice too.


    Now, listening to his boss throwing up non–stop, he felt a mix of sympathy and dismay. He had thought


    that being the CEO, with his good looks, wooing his wife back would be easy.


    Little did he expect the bacsh toe this fast. The boss was still nursing an injury, and here was


    his wife, sparing no feelings, really putting him through the wringer.