Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 557

It was Yolanda.

With arms crossed and a sweeping gaze, Yolanda's eyes finally settled on the apron wrapped around Remington's chest, and she couldn't help but remark, with no intention of being polite.

"Wow, the CEO of Starlight Group moonlighting as a short-order cook? That's a rare sight. Too bad my girl Liz isn’t into that."

Saying so, she strutted inside, leaving Cedric at the doorstep, holding a bag, his head bowed, not daring to look anywhere.

Afraid of offending the boss's charming demeanor and getting shipped off to some backwater assignment.

Remington, with his cool and handsome face, didn't let Yolanda's jibes ruffle him.

He took off his apron and instructed Cedric, "Come in, I haven’t had breakfast yet."

Thinking of how Cedric had sent the video to Lizetta, his tone was softer than usual.

Cedric, sensing his boss was in a good mood, felt a bit more at ease. But as he was about to step in, Lizetta called out.

"It’s not convenient for me to help Mr. Dashiell change here. We’re about to have breakfast. Mr. Dashiell, if you don’t mind, you’re free to leave now."

Remington turned around, only to find that Yolanda had taken his seat and was picking at the bowl of noodles he had prepared for himself.

She really did treat him like a personal chef.

Cedric saw it too and silently lowered his head again.

Looks like the boss's breakfast was hijacked?

Yolanda gripped her utensil tightly, struggling under Remington's intense stare. Holding onto her fork was hard enough.

She watched Remington warily, half expecting him to walk over, grab the noodle bowl, and dump it over her head.

However, Remington just stood there silently for a moment before his lips curved into a somewhat friendly smile.

"See if it’s to your liking, Ms. Yolanda."

Yolanda, "…"

She felt goosebumps rising and immediately looked at Lizetta, seeking answers with her eyes.

What’s going on? Did he poison it?

With Remington acting like this, how could Yolanda dare to eat?