"But, I don''t have any sort of rtionship with Mr. Dashiell either."


    What Lizetta failed to notice was the eerie silence that had suddenly enveloped the room.


    Everyone seemed utterly shocked by Remington''s distinct treatment towards Ste and hispletely different demeanor towards Lizetta.


    From their reactions, one might think Mr. Dashiell''s heart belonged to Ste, hinting at a blossoming romance.


    But it was clear as day that Mr. Dashiell was still hung up on his ex-wife, who appeared indifferent and unwilling to rekindle their past.


    Where was the so-called abandoned ex-wife narrative when Mr. Dashiell seemingly married out of obligation rather than desire?


    Yet, Lizetta''s tant disregard for Mr. Dashiell''s reputation seemed almost too bold.


    How could Mr. Dashiell ever tolerate such insolence?


    They all waited to see Lizetta''seuppance, but the next moment, Remington, instead of exploding in anger, simply quirked a thin smile and said, "Sure, you and I have nothing, but I, on my part, want to have something with you."


    Lizettaughed, "What are you saying?"


    She couldn''t quite grasp the meaning behind Remington''s words.


    Remington raised an eyebrow, "I mean, I want to take care of you, to be good to you, unterally."


    His voice was steady, not too loud nor too soft, and he spoke openly without any hint of concealment.


    It sounded almost like a public deration of affection.


    Lizetta, less thick-skinned than Remington, suddenly turned away, her face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.


    Seeing Lizetta''s reaction, Ynda, worried that this Casanova might easily sway Lizetta again, immediately spoke up.


    "Mr. Dashiell talks a good game, but why does Ms. Shirley Dashiell keep calling herself the ''abandoned wife''?"


    Shirley hadn''t expected the conversation to suddenly turn towards her.


    Feeling the tension, she instinctively tried to slip away but was stopped by Remington''s icy gaze.


    "Come here," Remington demanded coldly.


    Shirley shrank back but dared not disobey.


    As she moved closer to Remington, she shot Ynda a venomous re.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Ynda raised an eyebrow, "Why


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    say? Oh, right, you..."


    Shirley felt Remington''s piercing stare nearly bore through her.


    Fearful that Ynda might reveal more damning words, Shirleyshed out with a swipe.


    "Shut up!"


    Ynda reached out to grab Shirley''s swinging arm but was instead pulled back and shielded in someone''s embrace.


    Ynda stiffened, lifting her gaze to meet Cassius''s smirking face. Remembering the mess Margaret had caused, she angrily stomped on Cassius''s foot.


    "Ouch! Ynda, you''re clueless!"


    Cassius hadn''t expected her to retaliate so fiercely after he intervened.


    Feeling as if his foot was drilled through by her high heels, he eximed in irritation.


    Margaret quickly came over, supporting Cassius, "Cassius, are you okay?"


    Then she turned her anger towards Ynda, "Are you blind? Where do you think you''re stepping?"


    Ynda, seeing them close together, retorted with augh.


    "Maybe you should ask your man first. Is he blind? Where does he think he''s putting his hands? Does


    he think he can just touch my waist whenever he wants?"


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