Chapter 481
She just wanted to live her ordinary life in peace and quiet.
She didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone.
But even this small wish took a great deal of effort to maintain.
She didn’t want to hide anything from Lysander, but if he found out she’d seen Bruce or Leopold, he would get angry.
And when he got angry, she’d be stuck in the hot seat.
She strove for calm and tranquility.
But things didn’t go as planned.
After she finished speaking, Lysander’s hawk-like gaze was still fixed on her.
It was so intense it made her scalp tingle; just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, his gaze moved away.
“Someone’s going to pay,” his deep voice echoed coolly.
Thalassa paused, not understanding what he meant.
Before long, the car pulled up at the Royal Estates, not Thalassa’s home.
Thalassa was a bit nervous as her wrist was seized. Lysander’s strong hand gripped her slender wrist, leading her into the
mansion and up the stairs.
He threw her onto the bed.
“Daring to lie to me? You’re getting bolder.”
Thalassa was terrified, “Mr. Sinclair, I won’t do it again...
Before she could finish her plea, her chin was squeezed forcefully. Lysander was looking at her with a frosty look, “Do you think
you can escape my control by disfiguring yourself, hmm?”
Thalassa’s chin ached under his grip; the pain was so sharp and piercing.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her hands clutching his. She was drowned by fear looking at his furious face. If he was pushed far
enough, he might even kill her.
She couldn’t die. If she did, what would happen to her four little pumpkins?
“No, I didn’t think that. I don’t want to get hurt either,” Thalassa’s clear eyes, filled with a strong desire to survive, met his gaze.
Seeing her face flush red, Lysander’s eyes flickered. He let go of her.
Released, Thalassa massaged her aching jaw. The pain seemed to spread up to her temples and cause a throbbing ache.
Seeing her battered and pitiful appearance, something seemed to stir in Lysander’s heart. His breath hitched because of that.
With a cold glance at her, he turned and left.
That night, Thalassa slept alone in the master bedroom. Lysander didn’t come in again.
She finally had a moment of peace.
In the morning, after breakfast.
Thalassa left the house with Lysander.
The black Rolls-Royce halted outside a medium-sized company.
Thalassa took a deliberate look at its name, Chad Foods Inc.,
As his tall and imposing figure walked in, all the receptionists and guards respectfully stepped aside to greet him.
Thalassa followed him to the elevator.
Upon reaching the top floor, Lysander headed straight for the conference room.
As soon as he entered, he stunned the room with his exalted presence.
The ongoing meeting and the boss’s stern reprimanding of the employees suddenly came to a halt.
The boss immediately fell silent; his air of superiority vanished at the sight of Lysander. Looking apprehensive and timid, he
quickly transformed himself into a
subordinate.
“Mr. Sinclair, your presence graces our humble company. It’s truly an honor, Chad, the CEO of Chad Foods Inc, greeted with a
smile.
Lysander looked down at everyone in the room.
Everyone was cautious, not daring to make a sound.
Including Bruce, who was seated in the center of the conference table.