Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1044

"I made the turn," Lizetta reported. "Good girl. Don't hang up. Just keep the car steady and keep going forward. Wait for me." "Okay." Remington immediately dialed the city's Traffic Control Bureau. He rapidly summarized the situation. "Chief Lewis, I need you to coordinate your officers and clear every single road from my wife's current location straight through the eastern suburbs to Mirror Lake!" On the other end, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed as Chief Lewis broke into a run. "Mr. Dashiell, are you planning to have her drive off the bridge and crash into Mirror Lake?" "Yes. I'm already heading that way. Please, Uncle Lewis, move as fast as you can." Remington's voice dropped, raw and gravelly. "I'm begging you. My wife cannot die today!" Chief Lewis was visibly shaken. He could hear the desperate sincerity and gravity in Remington's voice. The chief understood perfectly well that if he pulled this off, he would forever be the savior of the future matriarch of the Dashiell family, earning Remington's eternal gratitude. Conversely, if he failed and the CEO's precious wife died, he couldn't even fathom the catastrophic consequences. He immediately barked orders to accelerate the lockdown. After hanging up, Remington made two more rapid calls. He ordered Ray to deploy men to block civilian traffic along the route and instructed Cedric to prepare a water rescue team. Only then did he make his final call to Jerome Madden. Jerome picked up quickly, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Mr. Dashiell is certainly attentive today. Checking on me twice in one lunch hour..." "Lizetta is in danger," Remington cut him off. Jerome, who was just picking up his chopsticks, froze. In a few cold, clipped sentences, Remington explained the situation. "She left the Belmont Estate and her brakes were sabotaged. I'm on my way to save her right now, so I don't have time to deal with the rest. Whatever mess the Madden family has created over there, you better clean it up!" A murderous chill instantly flooded Jerome's eyes. Hearing that Lizetta's brakes had failed, his grip tightened involuntarily. The high-quality bamboo chopsticks snapped cleanly in two, driving sharp splinters deep into his palm. Blood instantly poured from his hand. His date's face paled. She quickly stood up, frantic to help him stop the bleeding and check the wound. But before she could even touch him, Jerome bolted out of the room like a hurricane. The woman stood there with her hands outstretched, staring blankly at the empty doorway, her eyes dimming slightly. She had never seen Jerome look so tense, frantic, and terrifyingly cold. In front of anyone else, he was always composed, relaxed, effortlessly charming, and impeccably polite. So there was actually someone in this world who could make him lose all his color in a split second. This woman named Lizetta must be the most important person in his life. With that thought, the long-haired woman picked up the decanter and poured herself a glass of red wine. After drinking half of it, she set the glass down and took out her phone to check the local news for the eastern suburbs. Whoever this Lizetta was, she truly hoped the girl would survive. A woman who could make Jerome care that deeply must be a wonderful person. Someone like that deserved to live. Besides, if anything happened to her, Jerome would be devastated. She didn't want to see him in pain. To her surprise, when she searched for the traffic conditions in the eastern suburbs, the first result was a breaking news alert from the city officials. An emergency broadcast announced that multiple roads leading to Mirror Lake had been locked down by law enforcement, with sirens blaring across the news feed. With such a massive operation underway, she had to be okay, right?