NovelEnglish"Yolanda, what on earth does this have to do withand Shirley? Why are you making such a fuss and being so unreasonable?" Stella immediately frowned and retorted angrily.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKneel down and apologize to Lizetta in front of all these people? That was a wild idea from Yolanda. If they actually did that, how could they ever hold their heads up in Zion City again? "Well, you gotthere. I'm all about being unreasonable, and my favorite pastime? Kicking someone when they're down," Yolanda smirked, casually tossing a grape into her mouth. Stella was seething with anger. Her gaze shifted to Remington, and when she noticed he wasn't even glancing her way, standing instead by Lizetta's side, gently touching the cascading hair at Lizetta's waist with his fingers, Stella felt her blood boil.
Stella nudged Shirley, who said in a whiny voice, "Remi, we... we can apologize, but kneeling? That's just too much, too humiliating! If word gets out, it's the Dashiell family's reputation on the line." The dim light of the private room painted the scene as Lizetta leaned against the coffee table, her attention clearly fixed on Yolanda. Her hair, slightly curled at the ends, fell softly to the most enticing curve of her waist, swaying gently.
Remington reached out, playing with the strands absent-mindedly. He realized she hadn't trimmed her hair in months. It was silky smooth, a testament to its health. The satin-like touch of her hair against his fingers was intoxicating, his thoughts drifting away...
Suddenly Shirley spoke to him, and as Lizetta turned her head, that strand of hair slipped through Remington's fingers like a fish, leaving him feeling unexpectedly hollow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis stern gaze then turned to Shirley, who had interrupted the moment. "When you were scheming and mocking behind people's backs, where was your sense of reason. then? The Dashiell family is shamed by your actions, not your kneeling. If your knees are so stiff, maybe you should watch your mouth. Help her out." Remington's voice was cold as he commanded the bodyguards. They stepped forward, grabbing Shirley by the shoulders. Shirley's screams and struggles were futile against their strength, and she was forced to her knees in humiliation.
"Apologize properly!" Remington's gaze was so heavy Shirley couldn't even lift her head. Ashamed and on the verge of collapse, Shirley couldn't believe Remington would humiliate his own cousin like this for an ex-wife. Tears streamed down her face as she bit her lip, refusing to speak. Remington's voice seemed to cfrom the depths of hell, "Shirley!" Unable to bear it any longer, Shirley burst into tears and cried out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay?" After shouting, she pushed the bodyguards away and ran out, covering her face. Remington watched her leave and instructed, "If she can't apologize properly, let her reflect on her actions. Take Ms. ton Shirley Dashiell back, have her kneel at the chapel. She's not to get up until she's done a full twelve hours." The bodyguards nodded and followed her out, dragging Shirley away. The other women, witnessing Shirley's punishment despite being Remington's cousin, were sweating bullets and trembling with fear.
Just then, Remington's icy gaze swept over them, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. "She couldn't apologize properly. What about you all? Got nothing to say?"
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