Chapter 204
She totally fell for him when he followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital to make sure she was okay.
Today, she brought over some homemade cupcakes to see Hogan, but happened to catch him coming out of the hospital, so she tagged along.
She didn’t expect to walk into Lizetta and Hogan on a date – just the two of them, clearly a romantic outing.
Watching Hogan fuss over Lizetta made her green with such envy that she yearned for going over there and scratching Lizetta’s face off.
“What the heck are you talking about!” Hogan frowned, visibly ticked off.
Shirley’s eyes welled up with tears as she turned her anger towards Lizetta.
“Lizetta, how could you be such a flirt, seducing men all over the place? You’re dragging the Dashiell family’s name through the mud. Ah!”
Before Shirley could finish her rant, Lizetta grabbed the coffee mug in front of her, stepped forward, and splashed it right back at her.
Shirley’s face was streaked with coffee, and her makeup became a total mess.
Lizetta glared at her coldly, “Shirley, jealousy looks so ugly on you.”
“Jealous of you? As if! Hogan just doesn’t know the kind of trash you really are, or he wouldn’t have fallen for your act. You dared to drug my Remi at eighteen and climb into his bed, leaving him bedridden for three days.”
Thinking of Evelina’s words about Hogan having a thing for Lizetta four years ago. even sending Helen White to propose to the Dashiell family on his behalf, Shirley got even more furious, so much so that she lost her cool and started to yell like a fishwife.
and
Although the café wasn’t crowded, everyone turned to look..
Lizetta’s face went pale as a sheet, and she slapped Shirley across the face with a resounding smack.
Shirley glared at Lizetta, and her expression turned even more crazed.
“Where did I go wrong? You even ended up in stitches and got hospitalized. You’re nothing but a woman played out! Rémi was so disgusted that he left the country for a year and never came back!”
As Shirley swung at Lizetta’s face, Lizetta grabbed her hand and, with the other hand, delivered another slap.
“Shirley, if your mouth is that filthy, you might as well keep it shut to avoid polluting the air
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around us.
Lizetta was about to slap her again when a familiar, large male hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.
A familiar, cold voice came from above Lizetta’s head, “Lizetta, what are you doing?!”
Lizetta looked up to see Remington.
He must have just walked in. The grip on her wrist was so strong that his brow furrowed with an edge of severity.
“Remi! Lizetta’s blatantly cuckolding you, and when I just asked her about it, she hit me! Look at what she did to me, Remi!”
Seeing Remington step in, Shirley instantly saw him as her knight in shining armor; her tears fell as she rushed to his side to sob out her tale of woe.
Remington glanced at Shirley; compared to her pitiful mess, Lizetta indeed seemed like the bully.
His gaze then shifted to Hogan who stood behind Lizetta, and a shadow crossed his eyes. He thought Lizetta was meeting him today, but she had brought another man along.
What was she trying to pull?
Was she about to formally introduce her next beau to him?
“Explain,” Remington said with a heavy voice, and turned his eyes back on Lizetta.
But his words, loaded with accusation and irritation, seemed more like he was defending Shirley and siding against Lizetta.
Thinking of the nasty things Shirley had just said, Lizetta felt like her heart had been hollowed out and stuffed with ice, and her lips were quivering.
She forcefully shook off Remington’s grip and stepped back; then she grabbed her purse, pulled out a bank card, and handed it over coldly.
“I have nothing to explain. Here’s the 3 million I owe the Dashiell family. Please have Mr. Dashiell check it.”
