Chapter 212

Thalassa stood in front of a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen, even in the absence of light.

She did a lap around the car and noticed a punctured tire.

The tire was flat causing one side of the car to sit lower than the other.

Crouching down, Thalassa inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in the rubber.

That was the culprit that punctured the tire.

She reached out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all her might to yank it out.

But the needle was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it wouldn’t budge.

Perhaps it was because she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over, and gave it her all, gripping the end of the needle.

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

The needle finally came out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to the excessive force, toppled backward.

She braced herself for a painful butt–landing.

But suddenly, she crashed into a solid, wide, lean, and strong embrace.

She hit the man’s chest with such force that it would’ve knocked an average person off his feet.

But this man was strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful legs, and had a tremendous sense of stability.

He didn’t even flinch, instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

In his strong masculine presence and his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

In her panicked gaze, she saw his chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like eyes–handsome and profound.

her heart skipped a beat.

moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what a

a step towards her,

overwhelmed by his powerful aura,

closer. Thalassa retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it behind her, putting up a nervous smile towards

back hit the car, and she was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against the car, trapping her

leaned in, his hot breath getting closer and

to her from a

lips were getting closer, and she nervously

her ear with his deep, magnetic voice, “You seem

her to shrink her neck. She hastily explained, “No, it’s not like that, Mr. Sinclair, you’re misunderstanding and I’m not interested in your

in me?” Lysander’s deep voice held a hint

mysterious words made Thalassa’s heart race and her cheeks

Lysander cut her off, and his commanding voice echoed again: “Come to

on her and

retreating figure. Thalassa clutched her

Chapter 212

in front of a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still

did a lap around the

was flat causing one side of the

Thalassa inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted

culprit that

the end of the needle, pulling with all her might

the needle was lodged deeply, and

she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over, and gave it

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to

braced herself for a painful

a

force that it would’ve knocked an

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