The next morning. Thalassa got up while her kids were still snoozing.

She hopped into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed a slice of bread and dashed out the door, munching on her breakfast and telling Evelyn, “Mom, gotta hit the road.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?” Evelyn asked, concerned. She watched her daughter rush out.

Thalassa didn’t respond and quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Yesterday she was late for work by ten minutes and Lysander got all bent out of shape about it, even barking at her that Leopold would’ve been a better pick for her.

She ended up working for Leopold’s company by chance. She was nothing more than a secretary.

How was that choosing Leopold over him?

She’d once bragged about wanting to be Mrs. Sinclair at the Sinclair Group.

Lysander’s first reaction wasn’t to have a chat, or ask her if she really wanted to be Mrs. Sinclair, or even give her a clear answer.

straight-up fired

clear as day. He wasn’t going to marry her, and he only wanted her

had nowhere to run.

bought the company

late and he turned into a beast, ready

was genuinely scared.

early, not be late, not piss him

was right, she’d quietly slip away where

on her bread, she

and she stepped out of

luxury cars were parked outside. A purple-blue BMW and a black Mercedes were

presence in this slightly old neighborhood

in this neighborhood struck it rich and bought these cars to

at them, muttered to herself, and looked

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