Lizetta's mind flashed back to the first time she met Ron at the restaurant. The little guy had almost been burned by a waiter carrying hot soup. When she checked on him, he immediately grabbed her hand and stuffed it toward his little mouth, completely unlike how he initially rejected Nanny Maria's touch. Since then, every time she saw Ron, he was exceptionally clingy and reliant on her. Was this destiny? After Ron settled down with Maria, Lizetta left the boy in the nanny's care and hurried out. Remington had already left for the Starlight Group, and Lizetta also had to get to work. She was already running late. The chauffeur drove her out of Oakridge Heights. As the car moved slowly with the window rolled down, Lizetta suddenly felt a creepy sensation, as if she were being watched. She looked up and glanced out the window, but seeing no one suspicious, she rolled it back up. As the car pulled away, a landscaper trimming the bushes in the neighborhood turned and stared in its direction. He wore a mask, and his slightly long hair obscured the expression in his eyes. Upon arriving at Madden Media, Lizetta immediately called her project team for a meeting. Just as she started discussing the optimization of the annual gala details, a team member teased, "With your relationship with Mr. Dashiell, Liz, whatever you arrange will definitely satisfy him, right guys?" Several others laughed and were about to chime in, but Lizetta's smile faded slightly. "As far as I know," she said, looking at them, "Mr. Dashiell has never mixed business with personal matters. He is notoriously strict. The Starlight Group has invited hundreds of media outlets to this gala. If you think Madden Media doesn't need to put in 120 percent effort, and you're not afraid of embarrassing yourselves publicly, then I have nothing more to say." The atmosphere instantly sobered. The team member who had joked awkwardly smiled and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn. We'll do our absolute best." Lizetta didn't dwell on it. She nodded and continued the discussion. After the meeting, she had just sat down at her desk when someone placed a cup of coffee next to her. Looking up, she saw Lilian standing there with an awkward expression. Meeting her gaze, Lilian pursed her lips. "Lizetta, um... I shouldn't have targeted you and spread rumors before. I'm... I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Lizetta knew Remington's previous visit had been too high-profile. Today, she could feel people staring at her wherever she went. Lilian obviously hadn't realized her past actions were wrong; she was simply terrified of offending Remington and changed her tune. Lizetta ignored the coffee and replied coldly, "Just gossip less and work more from now on. You don't need to apologize to me, and I won't accept it anyway." The bruise on Lizetta's lower back was still throbbing. She hadn't forgotten how Lilian and Snow had colluded with Andrea to make her life miserable. Lilian's outstretched hand froze, her expression turning ugly. "Liz, Lilian already apologized. We're all colleagues here. There's no need to blow a little thing out of proportion and hold a grudge," Andrea's annoying voice rang out from behind. She spoke loudly enough to draw the attention of several people in the office.

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