Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta couldn't even recall how she managed to finish her meal. The whole dining experience was oddly tense, leaving her no good opportunity to question Remington. As they left the private dining room, the hostess at the front desk handed Lizetta a consolation prize: a giant white teddy bear. Lizetta struggled to hold it, but Remington easily took it from her. Next to his tall and imposing figure, the teddy bear looked more like a cute accessory, despite the stark contrast it created with his refined aura and sharp suit. This unusual sight drew curious glances from passersby. Being with him always felt like being under a magnifying glass. Lizetta quickened her pace, eager to leave, but Remington stood still, turning to the hostess to ask, "Has our photo been uploaded for the contest yet?"

"Yes, yes, it has. Maybe some people have already started voting for you."

"Where can I see the voting results?"

Remington's detailed inquiry caught the hostess off guard. Their restaurant catered to the affluent, where clients were usually not concerned about the outcome of promotional activities or prizes. Especially not someone like Remington, whose commanding presence set him apart from the average customer. It was surprising to see him take an interest in such matters. Tapping the counter gently, Remington prompted the hostess, who quickly fetched her phone to show him how to follow the contest updates.

Lizetta, having moved a few steps away, turned back to see Remington still engaged in conversation. Hesitantly, she approached and tugged at his arm. "Let's go. It's not worth it."

She was skeptical about the

promotional gimmicks, often

believing the grand prizes were just

for show and likely rigged. Acknowledging the hostess with a nod, Remington followed Lizetta, his tone serious. "If we've entered, I intend to win the prize for you! Their prizes can't compare to what I can offer, both in quantity and quality. Besides, I even arranged the presentation."

Lizetta glanced at him, amused by his competitive spirit, which oddly made him more endearing, especially with a teddy bear under his arm To her, he resembled a heartthrob straight out of a romance novel. Quickly diverting her gaze, she playfully conceded, "Yes, yes, you're the best. I'm sure you'll win. Go for it!"

Remington's lips curved into a smirk, confident in his victory. He planned to monitor the voting closely and even have Cedric rally the troops at Starlight Group to cast secret votes. He wasn't just aiming to win; he intended to crush the competition and demonstrate his influence.

Unbeknownst to him, activating the Starlight Group's vast employee network might just crash the small restaurant's website-a concern for later. Upon leaving the restaurant, Remington turned to Lizetta. "Didn't you say you had something to ask me?" Lizetta paused, wondering if she should just come out with it.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.