Chapter 134
“What do you mean by ‘castrated‘?”
Evelina felt a chill down her spine, and April’s face turned ghostly pale.
“You know, it was chopped right off in front of Daniel and minced into pieces. They’re still trying to save Daniel as we speak.”
It had to be Remington’s handiwork. That was brutal!
Evelina, despite being a woman, instinctively crossed her legs and broke out in a cold sweat. She slumped back into her chair, nervously grabbing April’s hand.
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“What if Linda gets suspected? Could she rat us out?! What are we gonna do?”
Evelina was freaking out; if they got caught, even with her ‘get out of jail free‘ baby on board, she’d still be skinned alive.
April took her hand reassuringly, her face pale but composed, “Don’t worry; Linda doesn’t know jack – she won’t spill anything.”
Still, Evelina couldn’t shake the anxiety. Before, Lucian had only seen Daniel as a horndog, so why had Remington started digging deeper?
Meanwhile, Lizetta was sitting in a private room with Yolanda, waiting for someone.
Lizetta needed to round up 3 million, and her dance gigs wouldn’t cut it. She’d reached out to Hamilton for help in finding a reliable agent. She wanted to license out the songs and dances she’d created over the past few years.
Yolanda had come along, and Lizetta calmly brewed tea. But Yolanda, glued to her phone, suddenly exclaimed.
“Holy smokes!”
Lizetta slowly poured the water, watching the tea leaves unfurl before looking up.
“What’s up?”
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“Liz, check this out, Daniel got his comeuppance – it’s all over the news!”
Lizetta took the phone and was equally stunned.
should
“That Daniel is a monster, a pervert! Serves him right to be castrated, his dirty dick minced! They s have ground him to bits; damn it, drugging and raping a pregnant woman!”
The news revealed that the man who had attacked Daniel in the hospital, and his wife had been childhood sweethearts, deeply in love.
His wife had been targeted by Daniel who, after multiple failed seduction attempts, had drugged and raped her.
At the time, his wife was two months pregnant with twins and, unable to cope with the trauma, had committed suicide by jumping off a building, taking three lives with her.
Due to insufficient evidence and the March family’s influence, the case had been brushed under the carpet.
“This guy is a real man! Now Daniel’s little “bird‘ can’t ‘fly‘ anymore, talk about karma!” Yolanda ranted righteously.
Lizetta was speechless. She pushed the freshly brewed cup of tea towards Yolanda and stood up, “I’ve got
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to make a call.”
This incident had happened over a year ago, yet that man sought revenge now, Instead of doing it earlier or
later.
Lizetta stepped into the open courtyard before calling Remington. She looked anxious, her heart filled with
unease.
Did this incident have anything to do with Remington? She didn’t want him to get his hands dirty because of
her.
After a while, Remington’s cold voice answered the phone, “What, you’ve got the 3 million already?”
Lizetta bit her lip, “No, it’s not that. I haven’t got it yet. There’s something I want to ask you.”
She opened her mouth but hesitated, unsure how to phrase her question. If this was really an accident, wouldn’t bringing it up out of the blue make Remington suspicious?
“If you’re not calling about the money, then I gotta go.”
Lizetta blurted out hastily, “Wait! I’ve got something to say!”
She was panicking, and on a whim, she thought of what Yolanda had said earlier and asked, “There’s this joke going around online today about a man’s bird‘ not being able to ‘fly‘. Do you know what that means?”
As soon as she said it, she wanted to bite off her tongue. But if Remington wasn’t involved, he shouldn’t understand.
The other end of the phone went silent. Lizetta’s heartbeat sped up in the silence.
