Chapter 207
After having herself a good cry and let it all out, Lizetta felt a ton lighter.
She got to her feet, feeling a tad sheepish to look Hogan in the eye.
With her head down, she caught sight of the coffee stain on Hogan’s chest.
If he hadn’t stepped in to shield her earlier, she’d have been the one wearing that coffee, and now she felt even more embarrassed.
She looked up, “Hogan, I’m really sorry about today. Let me make it up to you with a new shirt and coat, okay?”
“Sure, let’s go,” Hogan quickly chimed in.
Lizetta froze, not quite catching on..
Hogan gestured at himself, “I can’t head back to the hospital looking like this, can I? Weren’t you going to make it up to me with new clothes? Aren’t we hitting the
together?”
mall
Truth is, he had his own office at the hospital with plenty of spare clothes. After all, when doctors got busy, it’s round–the–clock work, so they often crashed at the hospital.
But Lizetta didn’t think that far. She just nodded, “Yeah, no problem at all. But don’t you have some friends to meet?”
Hogan replied with a smile, while giving a wiggle of his phone, “Can’t meet them looking like this, can I? It wouldn’t be polite. I’ll just call and reschedule.”
Lizetta felt even worse. She pointed across the street.
“There’s a mall just across the road there. I’ve bought clothes for my brother there before. It’s not loaded with fancy brands or anything, but if that’s cool with you.”
Hogan cut her off, “I’m not fussy about brands. Let’s just head there.”
“I’ll wait for you by the road then.”
The mall wasn’t far across the street, so Lizetta headed to the curb to wait for Hogan’s ride.
She pulled out her phone to check messages when suddenly a car screeched to a halt beside her. Thinking it was Hogan, she was about to look up when she felt herself being lifted off her feet.
Before she could react, she was bundled into the back seat.
The culprit slammed the door shut with a bang and the car took off.
Lizetta scrambled up from the seat, glaring at the man who’d kidnapped her.
10.04
“Remington! What the hell are you playing at? I need to get out; I’ve got stuff to dol
Remington sat there, ice–cold, ignoring Lizetta’s rants, and his gaze skimmed the rearview
mirror.
Seeing Hogan pull up in another car, get out, and start searching around, Remington smirked. But Hogan was never going to find her.
With a mocking lift of his lips, Remington finally turned to Lizetta.
“Let you out so you can run off with another guy? Do I look like the kind of man who’s that. generous?*
Lizetta gritted her teeth, “No, you don’t. You’re biased, arrogant, and a total brute. At least you’re self–aware.”
Remington let her mock, while keeping unfazed.
“Got any other names for me? Let’s hear them.”
Feeling at her wits‘ end, Lizetta could do nothing but have her chest heave with anger. She sat back down.
“Don’t want to let me out? Fine, let’s go straight to the civil affairs office. I’ve cleared my debt today, and I’m in a good mood, so I’m treating you to a divorce. I’ll cover the fees.”
Remington chuckled coolly, “Can’t do that.”
“What do you mean?” Lizetta frowned, and suddenly turned to glare at Remington.
Looking at her anxious face, he gritted his teeth, and pulled out a card from his pocket, tossing it to Lizetta.
“The card’s busted, and I didn’t get the 3 million.”
Lizetta stared at the broken bank card on her lap, and her whole body cannot stop
shaking.
“How could it break!”
“Who knows? So fragile, it could be a fake for all we know.”
Lizetta was fuming, with her teeth clenched, “I set up online banking. I’ll transfer it to you right now.”
She took out her phone, but as she was about to unlock it, that chilling voice of the man beside her piped up again.
