WebNovelChapter 884 Early in the morning, when Liz found out that Mr. Winters had gone to Glory Media to deliver a contract, she quickly had all the information gathered and sent out a whistleblower email.
Now, with Mr. Winters suspended and under investigation, she felt like she had successfully rooted out a mole for the Starlight Group.
Remington really owed her one.
Sometimes, it's like the universe is listening; just as Liz was thinking about Remington, her phone buzzed with a new message.
She picked it up to see a Whatmessage from Remington himself.
Opening it, Liz was surprised to find a selfie from him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the photo, he was in the backseat of a car, sunlight streaming through the window, his shirt slightly unbuttoned to reveal a distinct collarbone.
A ray of sunlight, carrying both light and shadow, brushed right past the edge of his sharp Adam's apple, nestling in the hollow of his neck.
The man's handsface was relaxed and content, his eyebrows stretched, and his profile was resting against the big head of a creamy teddy bear.
His deep eyes stared at the screen, perhaps influenced by the dark, dull eyes beside him, losing their usual deep and sharp look, and instead, there was a hint of a pitiful shine.
And soon after, he texted her.
[Just a heads-up, Ms. Madden, you've leftand it behind. Feeling wronged.jpg] He even attached a crying cat emoji.
Liz couldn't help but smile as she read his text and glanced back at the photo, her lips curving up.
She quickly typed a reply.
[Mr. Dashiell, men in their thirties shouldn't be acting cute.] His response calmost instantly, as if he had been waiting by his phone.
[I'm not acting cute!] Liz raised an eyebrow, about to reply, when she saw his follow-up.
[I'm just being affectionate.] If it weren't for the fact that she had personally unblocked him on WhatsApp, she might have doubted this was really Remington.
She fought to keep her smile in check.
[Men in their thirties shouldn't be whining either!] [I'm not yet thirty, and besides, Grandma taught me...] He left his sentence hanging, and Liz was curious.
What had Fiona Dashiell taught him? Could it be ssecret tips on wooing a wife? Driven by curiosity, even though she could I tell he was baiting her into askine she slowly typed a mark. noeine [Grandma said, a man who whines is a man who's loved, and they lead the best lives.] Liz couldn't help but laugh softly; that did sound like something Fiona Dashiell would say.
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[Such a good grandson.] In the Remingseat of a Bentley, lay lazily against a soft teddy bear, the scattered documents on his lap no longer of any interest.
His long fingers tapped on his phone, finding the typing indicator as ng for her reply, almost
Seeing Liz's intentionally brief praise, Remington let out a few amused huffs of dissatisfaction. The little brat was getting cheekier by the day, not taking her "big brother" seriously anymore.
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