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Chapter 989
Thalassa was on a mission to see Lysander, and just the mention of his name sent a shiver of panic through her
heart.
David had graciously stepped aside to let her pass and stood by the elevator with an expectant posture, waiting for
her to enter. Moments before, Thalassa had been jovially bantering with David.
Now, the atmosphere had taken a serious turn, and her heart clenched with a mix of fear and resolve.
Despite her trepidation, she stepped into the elevator. She had come this far; there was no backing down now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as the elevator doors slid shut, David turned to leave, a smile still playing on his lips.
Thalassa’s personal visit to Lysander would surely lift his spirits. Otherwise, the whole office seemed to be trapped
under a cloud of gloom so thick it was hard to breathe.
The elevator ascended smoothly to the executive floor. Thalassa stepped out and approached the president’s office
door.
Her hand trembled as she prepared to press the doorbell, her heart pounding as if trying to escape her chest. She
had mustered all her courage to come here, but now, the prospect of facing Lysander alone filled her with dread.
Taking several deep breaths and steeling herself, she finally pressed the doorbell.
As soon as her finger left the bell, the glass door swung open as if it had been waiting just for her.
With her heart hanging by a thread, Thalassa walked into the office.
The chill in the air hit her immediately, tightening her skin as she looked ahead to see Lysander’s imposing figure
seated in a leather chair, exuding an aura of quiet power.
His penetrating deep eyes fixed on her, like a predator watching its prey draw near.
Despite her nervousness, Thalassa moved forward step by step until she was just a foot away from the desk. She
fought to keep her panic at bay as she began, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m Thalassa, Mr. Ethan’s secretary. I’m here to discuss
the follow-up of our last contract. The collaboration has ceased, and Mr. Ethan sent me to discuss the terms of our
disengagement.”
Thalassa maintained a strictly professional tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLysander’s gaze never wavered from her face, deep and fathomless like a pool that seemed to threaten to drown
her if she looked too long.
“Have a seat, let’s talk.”
Just as Thalassa felt like she couldn’t take the tension any longer, Lysander’s deep voice broke the silence.
He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over Thalassa, who instinctively stepped back.
When he gestured for her to sit, it wasn’t at the desk; surely, he meant the couch.
With her heart racing, Thalassa quickly retreated to a single-seater couch and sat down.
Nobody knew better than her what had happened on that couch the night before.
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