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Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 708
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Lizetta frowned slightly, thinking it was Mrs. Davis who had sent these people.

And who was this Ms. Miller? She glanced at Remington, who looked down and explained, "They're probably talking about Margaret from Glory Media, the heiress. It seems the Sterling family is considering merging with the Miller family through marriage." So, this was about Cassius? Lizetta's gaze darkened at the thought. Cassius was Remington's close friend, which made her think they were all birds of a feather, attracting nothing but trouble.

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She flashed Remington a smile, one that made him immediately want to check on his buddy with his phone. Lizetta turned to address the reporters, shaking her phone slightly. "I've got everything recorded. I trust you all can see the error of your ways and wouldn't think of ratting us out, right?" Not just because Remington was there, making them hesitant to cross him, but also because the footage Lizetta held could ruin their careers if leaked.

The tall and skinny reporter led the others in nodding vigorously.

Lizetta raised her hand, "You can leave now, thank you for your cooperation." The crowd dispersed like birds.

At that moment, Lizetta's chauffeur drove up. He apologized, "Miss, I'm sorry. This car has Tranquil Meadows plates, and those reporters knew Mr. Hamilton Madden is from Tranquil Meadows. They followed the car and caused the delay. Please, get in." Remington stepped forward. "Given the reporters were after you, it's not safe. Allowto drive you." Lizetta looked at him and nodded, "That would be kind, thank you." She then headed towards Remington's car, leaving him momentarily stunned by her easy agreement and intrigued by her hard-to-read attitude. But her acceptance of his help was a good sign.

A smile flickered in Remington's eyes as he hurried to catch up, striding ahead to open the car door for her, a gesture of elegance.

Lizetta slid into the car, her gaze briefly catching on the man's tie, which was boldly patterned - a gift from her, never worn by Remington due to its loud design, always hanging in the wardrobe at Qakridge Heights.

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With a calm demeanor, she politely spoke, "I'd like to talk to Yoli. Could you, Mr. Dashiell, make it convenient for us?" The message was clear: sit elsewhere, don't bother me.

Cedric, from the driver's seat, understood her polite yet firm tame, foreseeing a tough situation for his boss.

Remington, holding the car door, felt a cold splash of realization. His m gesture of kindness rebuffed, leaving him feeling out of place and out of favor. Despite initially having no intention to intrude on Lizetta and Yolanda's

reunion, Remington's recent optimism was quenched by herm rejection feeling as if he had plummeted from the heights of hope to the depths of disappointment.

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