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.

he just straight-up

it clear as day. He wasn’t going to marry her,

had nowhere to run.

working at Leopold’s company and Lysander bought the company just to bring her back!

late and he turned into

genuinely

she tried to get to work early, not be late, not piss him off.

quietly slip away

on her bread, she

the ground floor and she stepped out of

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

slightly old neighborhood was eye-catching

struck it rich and

glanced at them, muttered to herself,

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