Female NovelRemington yanked off the towel just in time to see Lizetta deleting the video and blocking Cedric.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Remington's eyes. This was definitely poking the bear.
Had he known she was this sensitive, he would have been more careful, allowing Cedric to continue shining.
"Maybe he sent it by mistake. Why not add him back?"
"I'm fine now. You should leave," Lizetta said, starting to show him the door.
Remington had finally gotten to see her; he wasn't ready to leave just yet. He pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen.
"Hold on, I had Ray look into Hans' situation, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet."
Lizetta was curious about Hans too. She frowned slightly but remained silent.
Seeing she wasn't engaging, Remington tried to start another conversation.
"Daisy wasn't scared, was she?"
"No, she's fine."
"Hans is too dangerous. I'm going to have two bodyguards follow you around for the next few days, and maybe get a nanny to stay at the house, okay?"
She was pregnant, and he was naturally worried.
He had wanted to arrange for someone to be by her side at all times to take care of her.
When Lizetta started looking for a nanny a few days ago, he took the opportunity to sneak his person in, but somehow, that lady only lasted half a day before Lizetta figured out she was his plant.
Lizetta had promptly fired the nanny and then seemed worried he would plant someone else, so she didn't bother looking for a new one.
Worried she might be upset, Remington had held back from sending bodyguards over.
Seeing Lizetta frown and stay quiet, he continued.
"I'm not trying to spy on you. If you don't like it, they can keep their distance, not bother you..."
Before he could finish, Lizetta nodded, "Okay, but bring Bess back too."
Given Hans' unclear motives and Daisy on the way, Lizetta couldn't afford to be stubborn about her safety.
A smile tinged Remington's usually cool demeanor; Bess was the nanny he had sent before.
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He agreed, but before he could revel in the moment, Lizetta added.
"List the expenses for the bodyguards and nanny, I'll cover their salaries."
Remington bristled, "We're not divorced yet. Protecting you and Daisy is my duty as a husband and father."
"We're registered for divorce. That counts as divorced."
"Fine, then it's just for Daisy."
"You're paying child support. If you keep stalling, I don't want them!"
Lizetta was impervious to his arguments, completely unyielding.
With a darkened expression and a clenched fist, Remington eventually relented, "Fine, we'll do it your way!"
His tone was through gritted teeth.
Just then, Remington's phone rang; it was Ray.
Lowering his gaze, Remington's expression cooled.
He didn't need Ray's efficiency right now.
It's all about comparisons. Suddenly, Cedric seemed more appealing.
Still, under Lizetta's urging gaze, he answered, putting it on speaker.
"Mr. Remington Dashiell, I've looked into it. Two months ago, Hans was involved in an accident at work, a steel frame collapsed, and he saved a guard, earning him an early release."
Remington's gaze darkened, "Make sure there's no foul play involved and keep an eye on him. Teach him a lesson, keep him away from my wife!"
Earlier, downstairs, Hans claimed he was there to apologize to Lizetta, but Remington didn't believe Lizetta needed it.
Whether Hans truly reformed was
uncertain, but he was put away by the Dashiell family without a heads-up, and suddenly, Hans was out early.
That alone was suspicious.