Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Cedric watched as Remington's gaze grew colder by the second, but he stood his ground for the sake of the penthouse apartment. No backing down now.

"Sir, sending flowers is nice and all, but ma'am isn't refusing them without reason. You really should try making these handmade roses. They obviously take a lot of effort, and that effort is a clear sign of your affection.

Besides, ma'am has a soft spot for gestures like this. Seeing you go out of your way to make her happy will surely win her over. Once she keeps the flowers, she'll be reminded of you every day..." Cedric went on and on, but Remington remained unmoved.

Cedric's voice trailed off, realizing perhaps the boss did have his principles and limits after all.

He gave up, "Sorry, sir, I just thought you practicing some crafts now would come in handy later, you know, when you and the lady have little princes or princesses running around. Guess I wasn't thinking straight. I'll just head out."

After saying that, Cedric turned and quickly walked away.

But then, out of nowhere, something Cedric had said struck a chord with Remington, and he suddenly spoke up.

"Have Una stay late tonight for some overtime."

Una, of course, was the one who knew how to make those handmade roses.

Cedric had been grasping at straws when Remington rejected his idea, thinking he'd been a bit ridiculous.

To his surprise, Remington actually took his suggestion. He couldn't quite believe it.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stunned for a moment, Cedric quickly turned back and said, "Of course, sir. I'll make the arrangements."

Of course, he had to make sure Una's overtime wouldn't be noticed by other employees.

Otherwise, if the employees of Starlight Group caught wind of their aloof boss hiding out in his office at night playing with pipe cleaners, the headlines in the gossip columns would be something else. #Shocker, Billionaire CEO Has This Quirky Habit#

At Madden Media.

Lizetta had a pretty relaxed morning. Laura hadn't assigned her any specific tasks or had anyone show her the ropes.

Lizetta only helped a colleague print a couple of documents. As closing time approached, she grabbed her water bottle and headed to the break room.

Before she even entered, she heard Snow and her gang chatting.

"The project department hasn't been hiring lately. She must have gotten in through connections. And with the Madden surname, she might really be some hidden heiress."

"How could that be? If she were

really an heiress, why would she bother with our little project department? I checked her out; her clothes aren't from any luxury brands. Plus, Mrs. Laura is clearly giving her the cold shoulder. If she's related to the Madden family, she must be the kind clinging to richer relatives."

"With the way she looks, who knows how many surgeries she's had. A woman that harsh on herself

wouldn't be 'content with just being a low-level employee. Maybe she's here to sign as a talent, figuring it's easier to charm some company executive than to slog through auditioning. Smart, in a cunning way."

Lizetta paused at the door then stepped in.

The three of them looked slightly embarrassed for a second before trying to leave as if nothing happened.

But Lizetta suddenly stepped forward, blocking the exit.

She glanced over at Snow, her gaze cool.

"So I've had plastic surgery, huh? What's the deal with your face then? Surgery gone wrong given all the rumors you're spreading?"

"You!"

Snow didn't expect Lizetta to confront her so directly, her features twisting in anger.

Indeed, Snow's face had gone under the knife. At first glance, it looked fine, but a closer look revealed the awkwardness. Any strong expression made it look even more skewed. Lilian and Jessica quickly grabbed Snow, whispering a few words before dragging her out.

After Lizetta grabbed a cup of water and left the break room, she noticed Mrs. Laura's office was free of any reports, so she knocked and entered.

Upon entering, she closed the door behind her and walked up to Laura's desk. Laura looked up, offering a warm smile.

"What's up? Any problems?"

Judging by Laura's demeanor, it didn't seem like she was singling out Lizetta.

Lizetta returned the smile, “Manager,

I think I've settled in nicely. I was

wondering what my tasks will be moving forward. Or if there'scany project that needs an extra hand." en.swhovels.net