Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

“An adult, 20, pure machol Do you see it clearly?”

Lizetta nodded, and just as Hamilton was about to nod in satisfaction, she said nonchalantly, “Not even eligible to marry, at best half a man, I guess.”

That comment wasn’t too hurtful, but extremely insulting.

And the key point was that, it’s true–males at twenty indeed weren’t of the legal marriageable age.

Hamilton grinds his teeth, “I’m the puppy dog type that the ladies adore, how can you diss me like that? Miss, you’re really one of a kind, it just makes my heart race even more!”

Hamilton whipped out his phone, flashing a slight smile, “You promised last time, next time we meet, you’d add me on WhatsApp.”

Lizetta didn’t play coy and took the phone to add him.

Ahead, Nancy and Joseph sneakily looked back, with Nancy lifting her little chin proudly.

“See, my uncle’s super cool, he’ll definitely win over your sis!“.

Joseph pouted, “That’s if he can catch her; Liz isn’t easy to pursuit, it’s just WhatsApp for now,”

“Hmph!”

“Hmph!”

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The two kids huffed, turned their heads away, and refused to look at each other.

Hamilton was very talkative and knew when to advance or retreat, with a sunny personality that was pretty

comfortable to hang out with.

Young people always easily become familiar with each other. Lizetta, who had been confined in the Dashiell family and to a marriage for the past four years, had always felt out of touch.

But hanging with Hamilton, she did revert back a bit to the carefree and unrestrained feeling of her age.

And with the two kids as social lubricants, they got familiar after a few rides.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had been sneakily live–streaming the whole thing from behind.

After getting off the Raging Rapids, all four were a bit wet. Lizetta pulled out a tissue and bent down to dry.

the kids‘ hair.

She felt a touch on her head and turned to see Hamilton with a tissue, helping her dry off too.

“Don’t move, you’re drenched here, gotta dry it off or you’ll catch a cold,” he explained.

Just as Lizetta was about to speak, her arm was suddenly yanked powerfully to the side.

Stumbling, she fell into familiar arms and looked up to see Remington’s handsome yet icy face.

“Why are you here?” Lizetta was surprised.

Remington’s eyebrows lifted in sarcasm, “Of course you didn’t want me here. You seem to be having a great

time.

His gaze was dark, the grip on her arm tight, almost like a husband catching his wife cheating.

Not somewhat, perhaps he actually was?

But just as Lizetta had this thought, Remington turned and called Cassius over.

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Cassius, with his hands in his pockets, walked over. He was a big star, with his trench coat’s collar up, his hat and mask tightly on, even wearing a wig. Lizetta almost didn’t recognize him.

He gave Lizetta a cool nod, “What a coincidence.”

Surprised, Lizetta looked back at Remington, “You came to the amusement park with him?”

“Why not?” Remington responded as if it was the most natural thing.

Lizetta’s puzzled gaze flitted between the two men, and Cassius stepped forward, draping an arm over Remington’s shoulder.

“Remi and I are close, are you jealous?”

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Lizetta didn’t pry further, but now Hamilton stepped up and asked, “Lizetta, who’s this?”

His eyes had already sized up the suddenly appeared Remington from head to toe.

Quite handsome, with commanding presence, not an average Joe.

Men of this age, successful in their careers, were most prone to arrogance and self–importance. Not as likable as him, not as tender.

Most importantly, older men lack stamina, definitely couldn’t compare to him.

Hamilton came to that conclusion and handed Lizetta another tissue.

“Wipe yourself down some more, you’re still a bit wet here.”

Before Lizetta could take it, Remington grabbed the tissue and wiped for Lizetta.

He had a cold expression throughout, not even glancing at Hamilton, as if treating him like an assistant.

Hamilton snickered, pulled back his hand, and stuffed it in his pocket.

Lizetta gave him an apologetic smile, about to make introductions when Joseph ran over to hug Remington’s arm, flatteringly calling out.

“Bro.”

Done, how did his brother find them?

Remington looked down, giving the kid a chilling, frosty smile.

This little guy had taken someone else’s side to pry at his own brother’s love interest.

He should’ve made him face the wall and think about his actions last time, made him stand there till the

end of time!