Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington had just wrapped up a meeting when he got word that Hans had bolted. As he strode towards his office, the air around him felt heavy with tension.

"We've tracked him to an hour ago at the airport. It looks like he caught on to our tail and got spooked. He's left Zion City," Ray reported, his voice tight with concern. "I underestimated him, Mr. Dashiell. I let him slip through our fingers, but I promise to make it right and bring him back."

Remington's handsome face was set in a grim line. "Let's talk when you've got him," he said curtly before ending the call.

Catching up to him, Timothy Temple clapped Remington on the shoulder, a note of concern in his voice. "Hey, Remi, take it easy, will you? All this stress is aging you."

Timothy thought back to their recent meeting with the Temple Group, where Remington had been all business, his demeanor so frosty that Timothy could've sworn they were in the red for five million dollars, no profiting.

Remington, in no mood for chitchat, shrugged off Timothy's hand, his reply icy. "Why are you still here?"

"Come on, Remi, I'm just looking out for you. You know, Litchi is all about the looks. If you let yourself go, you're out of the game. Keeping a light touch, giving her space to breathe-that's key. Make sure you dazzle her next time, get her heart racing..."

Before Timothy could finish, the door to Remington's office slammed shut in his face, leaving him to mutter to himself about the wasted wisdom of his many romantic endeavors.

Inside, Remington scoffed at the notion. Was he really the type to rely on his looks to get ahead?

But then, barely ten minutes later, he abruptly set aside the paperwork in front of him and called Cedric. "Bring me two boxes of facial masks!"

Cedric was puzzled. The boss was getting quirkier by the day.

Lizetta was surprised by the turn of events over the next week. She hadn't seen Remington, but his presence was unmistakable.

Her shadowed protectors were

clearly his men, and the meals

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included dishes that seemed out of

her usual repertoire.

Each morning, fresh flowers, always including a green rose like the ones Remington had given her, were placed in the living room vase.

One morning, she even found a short, stubby hair on the pillow next to hers...

She chose to ignore these small signs.

Then one day, she got a call from Jerome, informing her that Dora was flying into Zion City, her injuries now healed. He even provided the flight details, hoping to surprise Lizetta.

Delighted, Lizetta decided to meet Dora at the airport with a bouquet in hand, aiming to give her a pleasant surprise.

Arriving early, she contemplated visiting a dessert shop when suddenly, someone tugged at her dress from behind.

Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with an elderly lady, her appearance humble but her eyes kind and filled with laughter.

Though Lizetta felt a sense of

warmth from the woman, the bustling airport environment made her wary. However, the sight of her bodyguards approaching reassured her.

Bending slightly, Lizetta smiled at the old lady. "Can I help you with something?"

Instead of answering, the old lady simply took Lizetta's hand, insisting, "Come with me."