Chapter 120

The more Lysander thought about it, the more it got under his skin.

He liked this woman, Thalassa, but he just couldn’t get on board with her way of thinking.

What really ticked him off was how her family knew about her actions but didn’t do anything to stop her. They let her do all sorts of shady stuff for the sake of money.

Whether it was her record of getting nabbed for stealing, her way of making a buck by seducing men to buy drinks in bars, or her scheme of first reeling in John at the Sinclair group, then setting her sights on him, it was all about the dough.

The record of theft must’ve been because she saw value in the stuff she swiped.

Her tactic of seducing men to sell drinks was a quick money-making gig. After all, men were suckers for a pretty face and a stiff drink. Combine the two, and they were putty in her hands.

To reel in the men, she’d hike up her skirt a bit and give a little glimpse of her cleavage, and just like that, she’d sell a bottle of booze.

Making money was as simple as that. And the whole thing with John was just so she could avoid the grunt work, letting John palm off the heavy lifting to someone else.

all, John was the head of security and had a bit of pull when it came to

saw this and decided to sweet-talk him into letting her handle the top floor cleaning,

to get frisky, which would make it even easier for

all her smarts

she was Celia’s cousin, grew up with Celia, had the same upbringing, lived in the same environment, and even kind of looked like Celia, Lysander wouldn’t give her

she actually thought his words

met someone

with her here was a

and chuckled

that, he turned

How was she being

ask the wrong

and asked, “Mr.

late, no buses were running, and there were no taxis around. The police station

eager to get back

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