Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta struggled to wake up and found herself with a high fever.

She felt weak all over, barely managed to grope for her phone under the pillow, instinctively wanting to call her emergency contact.

But before her fingers could dial out, WhatsApp buzzed.

She opened it to see the picture.

There he was, a man lounging back lazily in the club’s leather chair, head tilted back, shirt opened at the top revealing two undone buttons, his profile oozing superiority and sleek sophistication.

Not too far from him sat a girl in a miniskirt, pure and fresh, like a college student.

Though they were some distance apart and not sitting together, that girl was clearly sneaking glances at

him.

That look, Lizetta knew it all too well.

She used to gaze up at him just like that, secretly from the shadows.

“Heh.”

Lizetta let out a raspy chuckle, her phone slipping from her grasp.

In a daze, she didn’t know how much time had passed when the buzzing vibration startled her awake again.

Half out of it, she answered and put the phone to her ear.

“Litchi, don’t forget to come to the race tomorrow. Do you need me to pick you up? Litchi?”

Lucian got no reply from Lizetta, only catching her heavy breathing, which made him frown.

“Lucian, I feel awful.”

Lizetta’s muffled voice came through, startling Lucian.

“Where are you? Hello? Lizetta!?”

But by then, there was no response from the other end.

Lucian had just taken a shower, ready for bed, but he quickly got dressed in the walk–in closet.

He quickly changed and called Remington.

But to his surprise, Remington’s phone also went unanswered.

At the club.

Evelina rushed over, stopped a waiter before entering the VIP room, gave some instructions, and handed over two grand.

She entered the room to find Remington indeed still in his previous spot, with a woman in a white miniskirt trying to cozy up to him.

Evelina walked over and snapped, “Step away, he’s not someone you can touch!”

The girl in the miniskirt was reluctant but seeing Evelina and thinking of the rumors online, she bit her lip and walked away.

Evelina moved to take the seat, but the man suddenly opened his eyes.

This seat len’t yours either

His gaze was cold, not showing much sign of drunkenness.

Evelina froze, feeling both humiliated and wronged.

She stumbled and ended up flopping right into Remingtor’s arms,

“Remi, you scared me like that all of a sudden.”

Before Remington could push her away, Evelina sat up on her own, saying with concern.

“Cassius sent me a message saying Joseph had too much to drink, I was so worried, I even made hangover soup myself, shall I pour some for you?”

The hangover soup she brought was not homemade though.

Worried about being late and Remington leaving, she ordered takeout on the way.

She leaned in to pour the hangover soup, but Remington was already standing up, his aura even somber than before, striding towards the exit.

Evelina panicked and stood up, “Romi.”

Cassius and Timothy also came over, and Cassius spoke up.

“Remi, Evelina cares so much about you.”

He didn’t finish his sentence when Remington put his hand on his shoulder, pushing down so hard Cassius grimaced in pain, his body swaying.

Remington let go and walked away.

Cassius, clutching his sore shoulder, hissed, “Man, why’s Remi so angry? I’ve got two action scenes to shoot tomorrow, I hope it’s not dislocated!”

Timothy offered to check, “Let me see?”

Cassius let go, only for Timothy to slap it hard, causing Cassius to wince and lash out at Timothy.

Timothy dodged and diagnosed, “It’s not dislocated, you’d better be careful, if you cause so much trouble next time, it won’t just be a dislocation.”

He made a throat–slitting gesture.

Outside the VIP room, Remington strode out, his face a stormy shade of thunder. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Evelina came, but Lizetta didn’t!

What does this imply? It goes without saying, it seemed as if a layer of frost had formed over Remington’s heart.

Yet Evelina was still tailing him, matching his every step.

“Remi, wait for me.”

Remington suddenly stopped, “Stop following me!”

His voice was menacing, startling Evelina, her eyes reddening, not understanding why she’d upset him.

Cedric approached briskly from the opposite direction, and Remington commanded, “Take her home.”

But Cedric said, “Boss, the lady’s had an accident.”