Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

As the voice echoed, three tall and striking figures swiftly walked in from outside. It was Remington, Cassius, and Timothy. Each had a distinct style, yet all exuded powerful auras. As they entered, the private room seemed to brighten a few shades.

Especially the few aspiring stars around Margaret, their eyes lit up, barely concealing their ambitions.

Stella and Shirley immediately tensed up, with Shirley instinctively shrinking back, unease written all over her face. Stella's fingers tightened nervously. She was haunted by the memory of seeing Remington holding Lizetta as they left the West estate four months ago.

She feared that Remington still harbored feelings for Lizetta, risking making a scene in public. Feeling lost, Stella was suddenly nudged by one of the young stars who had just been flattering her.

"Look, it's Mr. Dashiell! He must've heard about Ms. West's trouble and rushed over. Ms. West, go talk to him."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Without thinking, Stella took a few steps forward. Gathering her courage, she approached Remington with a forced smile.

"Remington, what brings you here? Heard about Liz and me? We had a little misunderstanding....."

Stella deliberately mentioned Lizetta and the misunderstanding, hoping it would prompt Remington to inquire further. In her mind, if he engaged in conversation, it would signal to everyone that he cared for her, that he came for her.

But to her disbelief, Remington seemed not to hear her, not even pausing as he walked past her as if she were invisible. Stella froze, her face turning pale. She didn't dare look back, already feeling the weight of astonished stares on her back.

"Are you hurt? Had anything to

drink? Why's your face so flushed?" Remington had already quickly made his way to Lizetta, bending

slightly, concern in his voice. He net

reached out, as if to touch her

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flushed cheek, but Lizetta stepped

back, politely avoiding his touch. She tilted her head towards Stella,

saying,

"Mr. Dashiell, you seem to be concerned about the wrong person. Ms. West is over there. If you're looking to play the hero, I'm not in need of one."

Stella, fearing Lizetta might say something more damaging, approached and said,

"Liz, Remington's worried about you. Are you still mad at him because of me..."

Before she could finish, Remington frowned and cut her off,

"What does this have to do with you?"

Stella was taken aback, her face flushing with embarrassment. Remington, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort, turned back to Lizetta and said, "Why would I care about her? She and I have nothing to do with each other."

His words felt like a slap across Stella's face, her cheeks burning with humiliation as her eyes welled up with tears. Lizetta looked up at Remington, their gazes locking She was surprised; Remington had never been willing to embarrass Stella publicly like this before.

If only he had been like this earlier... But dwelling on it was pointless. She no longer needed his declarations or protection. Blinking away her thoughts, she offered a cool distant smile. .