Chapter 232
The three people were clearly too panicked to worry about the minor scrapes on
Remington’s face. They were trembling like leaves, begging for mercy as if they were on the edge of an abyss.
“Light.”
With a deep voice, Remington called for a light, and Ray, finally catching on, handed over the matchbox.
Remington lit up a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a wisp of smoke.
For some reason, the trio went dead silent, all eyes glued on Remington with a mix of fear and hope.
At that moment, he was like the Grim Reaper, holding their fates in his hands.
Taking another puff, Remington casually tossed the matchbox aside.
Tears of joy sprang from Jolin and her posse’s eyes, feeling like they’d just dodged a bullet.
Remington raised an eyebrow, “So, you really get it now? You won’t dare again?”
Jolin nodded vigorously. “I swear, no more daring for me. I’ll make sure Liz gets to study abroad; I mean, what mother doesn’t want her daughter to make something of herself?”
Remington nodded, and just as the trio cracked stiff smiles, he let out a scoff.
“But this promise, it sounds familiar. If my memory serves me right, you sang the same tune two years back, right?”
Jolin froze, her face twitching with terror.
Of course, she hadn’t forgotten. That was when Lizetta married into the Dashiell family, officially becoming the young madam of the family.
Thinking she was now true kin, she wanted to milk the Dashiell family for money and showed up with her brothers in tow.
Hanna, ever the peacemaker, gave Jolin an apartment to send her on her way. But having tasted the sweet life, Jolin wasn’t one to call it quits.
She went back again and again until Remington returned from a business trip and summoned her for a stern warning.
Back then, she promised to stop hassling Lizetta, and she did keep her nose clean for a good while. But later, she realized Remington wasn’t home often, and there seemed to be trouble in paradise with Lizetta.
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Before long, old habits crept back in.
“I really won’t dare again, Mr. Dashiell, please, just give me another chance.”
Remington flicked ash from his cigarette, his voice cool as ice, “The only person worth giving another chance to is someone else, and sadly, you’re not it.”
With those words, he flicked something bright red.
Boom!
Screams and flames erupted.
Meanwhile, after saying goodbye to Remington, Lizetta hurried back to the hospital.
The hospital mess wasn’t sorted yet, and Yolanda was probably still there.
But before Lizetta even reached the hospital, she got a call from the police station asking her to come in, saying Yolanda was there too.
Lizetta thought Yolanda had gotten into more trouble and rushed to the station.
In the interrogation room, she found Yolanda perfectly fine, even sparring with a couple of young male cops. The place was buzzing with officers crowding around to watch.
“Liz, you’re here.” Yolanda called out with a smile upon seeing Lizetta.
All the cops turned to look, and Lizetta gave an awkward smile, pulling Yolanda aside to hurriedly ask, “What’s going on here?”
Yolanda winked at Lizetta, looking pretty pleased with herself, and said, “It’s the same drama from the hospital. I called the cops. Jolin and her crew were just pawns; we need the police to figure out who’s really pulling the strings and get us some justice. They called you in to get the lowdown, make a statement.”
Lizetta knew this was no simple matter, but she didn’t expect Yolanda to have gone to the cops after she left.
The officer handling the case motioned for Lizetta to come over, but Yolanda whispered quickly in her ear. “That bitch Evelina and her agent got nabbed, caught red–handed. Just chill and go with the flow for the questioning.”
Lizetta was shocked.
Evelina and April were arrested?
What in the world was going on? Lizetta couldn’t believe the cops worked that fast.
