NovelEnglishChapter 757 "Don't, my grandpa's even more of a character than you," Lizetta hastily interjected, trying to prevent any further escalation. Jerome's laughter was a comforting sound in the background.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Lizetta ventured, "Umm... would you mind if we added one more to our lunch?" "Huh?" By noon, Remington's car rolled into the parking lot of Madden Media. After texting Lizetta, he took a moment to adjust his tie in the mirror. This was, in essence, their first official date since reuniting.
Not wanting any interruptions, Remington calone, leaving his driver behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe straightened his sapphire tie clip and glanced at the gift bag on the passenger seat, his deep eyes shimmering with anticipation.
As the elevator doors slid open and Lizetta's figure emerged, Remington swiftly grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of the car to greet her.
Dressed in his usual well-tailored black suit, its muted elegance complemented his tall, commanding presence. His approach, confident and measured, made the gemstone cufflinks and tie clip catch the light in brief, sparkling flashes.
Even in the dimly lit parking lot, it was clear he was impeccably groomed, his handsface unusually open with joy and eagerness.
"Liz..." Before Remington could say more, Lizetta nodded slightly in his direction, then turned to wave at someone else.
"Over here!" A sinking feeling hit Remington, and as he turned, his fears were confirmed. A Maybach was slowly approaching, its rear window rolling down to reveal the unwelcface of Jerome.
The car stopped, and Jerome, ever so composed, stepped out and walked over under Remington's heavy stare. "Mr. Dashiell, we meet again." Jerextended a hand towards Remington, his sleeve pulling back to reveal the soft gold gleam of a Patek Philippe watch.
Remington noted that Jerhad been wearing that watch during their last encounters.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe reluctantly shook Jerome's hand, remarking, "Nice watch you've got there, Mr. Madden." Jerome's eyebrows lifted in amusement. "Thank you, Mr. Dashiell. I'm quite fond of it myself..." He paused, glancing at Lizetta before adding, "Liz gave it to me." At that, Remington's grip tightened momentarily, the force of it making the veins on his hand stand out. Jerome, prepared for this, matched the pressure, their suit jackets straining slightly at the shouldela silent battle of wills played out.
as Lizetta wasn't blind to the tension between them. "Seems like you two have a lot in common. Shall I go wait in the car?" The phrase 'a lot in common' couldn't have been more ironic.
Almost in unison, Remington and Jerreleased their grips.
Remington turned to Lizetta, his feelings a mix of bitterness and jealousy, all too evident in his eyes.
Feeling the Sity of his gaze, Lizetta instinctively moved towards him, only for Remington to catch her
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