Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 505

"Let's do it tomorrow."

Remington's voice was deep, a cigarette dangling unlit between his fingers. He was a man of discipline, rarely

indulging in the habit unless under the weather. Yet, the past two months of fruitless searching had seen him

reaching for the pack more often than not.

Now, with Lizetta right in front of him, he didn't want his smoking to affect her, so he had been trying to kick the

habit for the past few days. But to his annoyance, what had been a casual indulgence seemed to have morphed

into a full-blown addiction, stirring up an unexpected irritability within him.

Crushing the cigarette between his fingers, Remington withdrew his gaze and repeated, "Let's do it tomorrow."

Turning to enter the house, Ray ran his hands through his hair, practically on the verge of screaming.

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‘Remington, you said the sthing last night and the night before!"

This trip had been a rush, with the company barely having tto make arrangements. Thinking of Cedric, who

was nearly driven to tears over the phone begging for his return, Ray felt helpless. "Take care of the

surveillance," Remington ordered calmly from ahead.

Lizetta's villa was rigged with cameras and an alarm system, so when Remington mentioned this, Ray knew that

someone was planning another wall-scaling adventure tonight. It had beca routine over the past few days.

"Got it. But Mr Remington Dashiell,

you really should cclean with your wife sooner rather than later. She's bound to find out, and the longer you

wait, the angrier shelt be!" Ray tried to reason, feeling like he was turning into a love guru despite his tough,

single status.

Remington frowned slightly but said nothing. He, too, wanted to cclean and take Lizetta away with him. Now

that he had found her, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her here, especially in her condition. Regardless of

how content she seemed, the distance was too much for him to bear. Content Belongs to Find.net

However, he knew that Lizetta was unlikely to willingly leave with him. Coming clean meant facing resistance or,

worse, another escape. These thoughts made the usually decisive man hesitant.

That night, Remington snuck into Lizetta's room, leaving only when it was deep into the night. Back in his room,

he reset the surveillance and alarm systems before lying down, twirling two strands of long, fine hair between his

fingers until he drifted to sleep.

What he didn't know was that, mere minutes after his departure, six shadows approached Lizetta's courtyard

and breached it. They managed to tamper with a couple of cameras, but as one of them touched the doorknob

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to Dora's room, a soft alarm sounded.

Dora sat up abruptly, grabbing a gun before peering out. Her eyes glinted sharply as she quickly drew the

curtains.

Lizetta was roused from sleep by Dora, who hastily dressed her in a thick coat, whispering, "There's danger. I'll

hold them off; you escape from the back. Head north into the woods; someone will meet you there."

Startled, Lizetta barely had tto react before a small handgun was thrust into her hands. Dora led her out of

the room in the dark, pushing her towards the back door and then cutting the power.

"Be careful."

Knowing she'd only slow Dora down, Lizetta nodded. They had rehearsed this escape before. Pulling her hat

down, she, crouched and made her way towards a hidden exit at the back Meanwhile, the sound of the door

being forced open and heavy objects hitting the floor rang out behind her.