Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 

The call ended, and Lizetta slammed on the brakes, gasping for air as she leaned over the steering wheel 

It was the outcome she had desperately wanted, but at this moment, she felt anything but relieved or happy. 

She suddenly threw her head back, forcing the tears back into her eyes, and only when she looked down did she notice the small camera still hanging around her neck. 

It was the gift from Remington. She hadn’t bothered to grab anything else when she left the house, but the camera had ended up dangling from her neck. 

She had been excited to wake him up and ask how he managed to get in touch with Cash, but who would know. 

Lizetta yanked off the camera, flung open the car door with all her might, and tossed the camera into a nearby trash can. 

She got back in the car, and drove off. But she hadn’t gone far before she abruptly stopped, reversed, and, ultimately, couldn’t resist picking the camera back up. 

Why should the idol take the fall for a jerk? It was not the idol who was at fault, the jerk didn’t 

deserve it! 

Oakridge Heights. 

The ambulance arrived quickly. Evelina was loaded on, and it sped away with its siren wailing. 

In the mountains, a Bentley was parked in a secluded spot, watching the ambulance disappear into the distance. Elara in the back seat looked anything but pleased, 

“How could this happen!?” 

“This time didn’t work out: I’ll plan for the next. Lizetta doesn’t have much clout but she’s too proud and fragile, no rush.” 

The person beside her patted her reassuringly. 

Meanwhile, after Cedric had gotten Evelina out of there, he returned to the villa, feeling weak in the knees as he climbed the stairs. 

He had screwed up big time at work today, failing to keep the door and letting Evelina sneak in. He had no idea what kind of punishment was awaiting him. 

Cedric felt like punching himself for greedily snagging that one hour of sleep. His phone rang. and he answered. After listening for a moment, his expression turned serious. 

“Okay, I got it. I’ll report to the president right away.” 

He hurried upstairs and headed towards the study. The door wide open, the janitors were 

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dragging the sofa and carpet out. Cedric stepped away, walked to the door, and knocked before entering. 

Remington stood by the floor–to–ceiling window, his tall silhouette against the dense night outside, as immovable as a mountain, silent and solitary, except for the intermittent glow of a cigarette between his fingers. 

A few butts were already stubbed out in the ashtray beside him. Cedric’s eyelids twitched violently; he sensed trouble. 

He took the initiative, “Boss, there’s been a problem with the project at Solstice Kingdom; it’s tricky. I request to go there immediately to redeem myself; please give me a chance.” 

The next day dawned clear and refreshing. 

Lizetta was up early, or more accurately, she hadn’t slept at all. She blamed her insomnia on excitement, about to get divorced, about to free herself and become single again. She was over 

the moon. 

Looking at her pale, haggard reflection in the mirror, Lizetta morosely ruffled her messy hair, “Lizetta, beauty comes too easily for you; that’s why you don’t cherish it. That just won’t do!” 

Muttering to herself, she quickly washed up, did her hair, and put on a stunning makeup. She then picked out a gorgeous outfit and stepped out of her bedroom. 

Yolanda was practicing boxing in the living room and whistled when she turned and saw Lizetta. 

“Gorgeous! Are you aiming to be a heartless black widow?” 

Lizetta was in a black figure–hugging dress, with a black leather jacket and black boots to match. She looked ready to attend a funeral with a bouquet of chrysanthemums. 

With her fiery red lips, she was the epitome of deadly allure. 

“Sending off the ex–husband, wishing him to be dead to me.” 

Today was indeed the funeral for her marriage, which was fine by her. Lizetta grabbed her bag at the door; she had prepared all her documents the night before. Yolanda came over. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” 

Lizetta pinched her face. “It’s just a divorce, not that big a deal.”