Chapter 462
Thalassa fumbled about, but she was empty-handed in the end.
Yet, the gaze Lysander cast her way grew colder and more penetrating, like a sharpened blade ready
to pierce right through her.
Halting her actions, Thalassa suddenly realized that there might be a problem with the video Richard
had shown him.
She met his gaze timidly, probing, “Mr. Sinclair, does this video… is it somehow related to me?”
Otherwise, why would Lysander’s gaze suddenly turn so Icy and furious?
Even Richard looked at her with disbelief.
Lysander tossed his cell phone onto the dining table, his voice as cold as ice, “I need a plausible
explanation!”
With a bang, he slammed the phone onto the high-quality marble table.
Richard winced.
Mr. Sinclair, can’t you be a bit more gentle? That’s my phone! He thought to himself.
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Thalassa was unsure of what was happening. She picked up the phone and opened the video. In the
video, a woman in a beige dress was holding a circular pendant and conversing with a middle-aged
man in a waistcoat.
Recognizing the woman in the video as Hertha, Thalassa gasped.
How could Hertha be selling this circular pendant?
Where did she get the pendant?
Wait!
Did Lysander imply that she had stolen the circular pendant from the Royal Estates?
Because she was the only one who had been to the Royal Estates. Hertha had never been there.
Hertha was her closest friend. If she stole the pendant, she must have asked Hertha to help sell it.
Anyone would think the same if they were in this situation.
But she really didn’t take the circular pendant.
Thalassa quickly defended herself, “Mr. Sinclair, I didn’t take the circular pendant. I have no idea how it
ended up with Hertha. There must be á misunderstanding.”
She finished speaking in a fluster.
Lysander’s piercing, hawk-like gaze remained fixed on her, his demeanor cold and unyielding.
He didn’t believe her words. He only trusted evidence.
Thalassa hesitated, feeling both angry and wronged at being accused of stealing again.
She hadn’t done it. That innocent thought made her less afraid.
She spoke up calmly, “Mr. Sinclair, I really didn’t take it. When you locked me in the antique room, why
would I only take one circular pendant if I meant to steal? If I were already stealing, I would better off
take more and sell it for more money. If I were truly greedy and ready to bear the crime of theft, I could
have taken more, sold more, and made more money. Why would I only take one and allow you to
easily trace it back?”
Lysander’s hawk-like gaze remained fixed on her, pressuring and sharp.
The pressure was pushing Thalassa to the edge.
She pulled out her phone from her pocket and held it between them, “If I really stole it and got Hertha to
sell it, I would have surely received some money from her. I can show you my mobile banking. All my
bank cards are linked to it and you can check the transaction history. A single antique circular pendant
isn’t a small amount. If I have a suspicious income, you can decide what to do!”
Lysander took the phone from her, “Password.”
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After speaking, she felt a bit embarrassed. Eight was her lucky number. The Tarot deck said she could
make a fortune by using the number a lot.
She did want to earn money and become rich, but she wanted to do it through her own hard work, not
by illegal means.
Making money and becoming rich were just her aspirations. She would never make a quick buck by
some dirty means.
Lysander entered the numbers and unlocked the phone.
As soon as the phone was unlocked, a message popped up. It was a notification of a bank deposit.
Lysander’s expression tightened like a stormy sky. His sullen look made her shiver.
Richard, standing beside him, caught a glimpse of the message and joked, “We bought that circular
pendant for two hundred thousand.”
Thalassa began to waver as she noticed their expression changed. She hurriedly took the phone back
from Lysander and saw a message from Bank. The message was congratulating her
on her new income…