Chapter 174 

Uzetta felt a jolt in her heart–turns out, he had sniffed out that something was off. 

She had already figured that Remington must have got wind of her auditioning for that dance gig. 

No wonder he was cool with her slapping Evelina a few times–if he knew Evelina had really screwed up big time by wrecking someone’s future, he’d probably back her to the hilt. 

Lizetta kept on with her blow–drying. “You already know the deal.” 

Remington fixed his gaze on her, “When were you planning to skip the country?” 

Her grip on the hairdryer tightened, “When I bring up divorce.” 

“Heh, why keep it under wraps until now; are you scared I’d put a stop to your little escape plan? You sure are something!” 

A shadow fell across Remington’s eyes, and it was dark and dense like a forest that light can’t pierce. 

So, she had made up her mind a long time ago. 

The first time she brought up divorce, she had already burnt her bridges. 

His recent disapproval and attempts to keep her have all been a joke. 

He really had no clue that the once soft and sweet girl could be so cold and cutthroat, even more than him. 

Finishing with his hair, Lizetta turned off the dryer, and as she was about to set it aside on the low cabinet, her wrist was suddenly seized by the man. 

Thud. 

The hairdryer hit the floor. 

In a tumble, Lizetta found herself lifted from behind the sofa, hoisted over its high back, and pinned down on top of him. 

With her chest heaving, and herself still in shock, she exclaimed, “Remington, what the hell are you doing!?” 

His chest robe was loosely open, and his body was still cold as ice; Lizetta, feeling like she was lying on a slab of marble, shivered slightly. 

Remington’s hand pressed against her lower back, while his gaze bore down on her up close. 

“When are you planning to leave?” 

“In a month.” 

Lizetta bit her lip lightly, watching him with a hint of worry. 

“You promised, as long as I repay my debt to the Dashiell family, you’d divorce me and let me go, you can’t back out!” 

Remington let out a cold laugh, then he suddenly gripped Lizetta’s chin, and tilted her face from side to side. His touch was rough, and her neck felt so stiff that it might cramp. 

“Let go, what’s the big idea?” 

“Checking to see if you’ve got a thick skin or if you really think you’re all that and a bag of chips!” 

He let go abruptly, “Lizetta, I won’t keep begging a woman who’s hell–bent on leaving me, with no place for 

er heart! 

Lizette pursed her lips, squirming a bit. 

Then why don’t you let me go? 

Yet Remington’s hand remained on her waist, and his eyes were still fixed on her. 

“Is there something else you’re hiding from me?” 

He had this nagging feeling that something else was up. Was her aggressive stance tonight really due to Evelina messing up her audition? 

Lizetta felt her heart tightened, fearing that if he kept pressing, the secret about the baby would be out. 

Luckily, at that moment, Remington’s phone started ringing urgently–it was Cedric calling.. 

Lizetta quickly handed him the phone, “You better take this call.” 

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Remington released Lizetta, and as she scrambled to sit up, he answered the call. Cedric’s report came from the other end. 

“Boss, I’ve brought Ms. Hawthorne back, but she’s making a scene. Maybe you should come over.” 

Evelina’s wailing could also be heard, and Remington relaxed his grip. 

Lizetta was truly thankful for Evelina for the first time, for taking the heat off her. 

After leaving the hotel, Lizetta tried to contact Yolanda, but couldn’t get through. 

When Lizetta got back to their rented place, Yolanda wasn’t there either. While worrying, she got a call from the police station. 

Lizetta rushed to the station and saw Yolanda locked up. 

“What’s going on?: Lizetta asked anxiously. 

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