Clearly satisfied, Remington arched an eyebrow, dipped his head to press a soft kiss to her lips, and smoothly rolled off her. He lightly flicked her forehead with his knuckle.

"That's my good girl."

His expression had returned to normal-his usual demeanor, radiating a lazy, subtle arrogance that was neither overly dark nor overly sweet.

By the time Lizetta finally snapped out of her daze, Remington was already standing by the edge of the bed.

"Get some rest. I need to take care of something."

Before she could fully process his whiplash-inducing roleplay, he had already turned his back and started walking toward the door.

"You can't just leave!" she called out quickly. "At least untie me first!"

She wiggled her bound legs, but he didn't even bother looking back.

"Untie it yourself."

Reaching the door, he pulled the handle down.

Flustered and thoroughly annoyed, she glared at his broad back and yelled indignantly.

"Why didn't you show me your sunny golden retriever act? Hey, don't run away! I'l wait right here for you to come back and perform it!"

Remington probably couldn't pull that one off to save his life, especially not in front of the woman he had practically raised since childhood.

He kept his eyes forward, his pace noticeably quickening as he stepped out and shut the door firmly behind him.

Lizetta let out a soft laugh, finally sitting up to deal with the tie binding her feet.

As a dancer, she was incredibly flexible, so the task was effortless.

But as she looked closer, she noticed something.

He hadn't actually tied her legs to the bed frame. He had simply bound her ankles together.

More specifically, he had used his expensive black silk tie to fashion a perfectly symmetrical, elegant bow right against her pale skin.

Staring at it, a warm, genuine smile touched her lips.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital.

Cedric was already idling in the car near the entrance. The moment Remington stepped outside, he slid into the back seat.

As the car navigated through the city streets, Cedric glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror, genuinely surprised.

Given that Fiona had literally passed out from anger, he had expected Remington to be radiating a terrifying, murderous aura.

Instead, the man actually seemed surprisingly calm.

"Boss, everything you asked for is done. Your instincts were spot on. There's

definitely something extremely shady going on..."

Remington's expression remained

detached He clearly wasn't interested in the long-winded details-only the results.

his

indifference, Cedric immediately cut

the briefing short.

Forty minutes later.

Remington and his security detail arrived at Amber Hill Estate, practically radiating lethal intent.

Conrad West happened to be home.

When the maid heard the

commotion and rushed into the

master bedroom to report it, Conrad

was personally helping

his wife take

her medication.

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Eartha Porter Madden looked incredibly pale and frail as Conrad handed her a massive handful of pills.

Looking miserable, Eartha stared at the medicine in her hand.

"You should take them a few at a time," Conrad suggested gently.

"Ugh, taking pills every single day feels like my only meals. It makes me so nauseous. I'd rather just swallow them all at once. Separating them just makes me want to throw up more

With that, Eartha shoved the entire handful of pills into her mouth. Looking heartbroken, Conrad quickly held up a glass of water for her.

Just then, the maid burst through the door in an absolute panic.

"Mr. West! Ma'am! It's terrible! A bunch of bodyguards with Mr. Dashiell just barged

in, and they look like they're ready to tear the place apart..."

The sight was terrifying. The men in black suits had instantly secured the perimeter

and restrained all the household staff, and no one knew what they were planning to

do.