Chapter 1100

Thalassa had said it plainly enough, but her actions could only cause Susan pain without actually tearing her mouth.

If her intent was genuine, she would’ve grabbed each side with her hands and yanked outward with all her might, easily tearing it.

“Thalassa, you’ve lost it! Let go of me!” Susan’s teeth chattered with pain, yet her defiance. was unyielding.

“I’ve gone mad, sure, but killing you wouldn’t even be a crime!” Thalassa yanked Susan’s head back by her hair with one hand while the other clawed at her face, pulling hard.

Susan’s face, already stinging from a prior slap, throbbed with pain as Thalassa’s fury became evident. If Susan didn’t back down, Thalassa might actually follow through with her threat.

Susan was a master of deception and manipulation, skilled at taking verbal hits if it meant securing her own safety.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she blurted, trying to appease Thalassa. “You’re the bigger person here, don’t stoop to my level. I swear, I won’t breathe a word of this to my dad. If he asks about my injuries, I’ll just say it was a workplace spat, you know, just colleagues clashing.”

Thalassa’s rage cooled slightly upon hearing the plea, and she released Susan. She dusted off her hands with a look of revulsion, as if Susan herself was filth.

Thalassa snorted contemptuously, sparing Susan one last glance before striding out of the restroom.

enough to commit a

by many. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake that would devastate

she loathed Susan, Thalassa restrained herself from causing

figure. Her hands clenched so tightly on the cold marble floor that her nails screeched, the pain going

and head, compounded by her inner

could she register the pain in her hands when

left, Susan let out a feral

feet, she caught her reflection in the mirror, observing her disheveled appearance. Her cheeks bore the stark imprint of

rage even further, her breaths coming in sharp gasps.

was just her bad luck- not only stooping to some demeaning commercial for a quick buck but also running into Thalassa of all people.

What a curse!

for the curb to hail a cab when her

It was Lysander.

heart skipped a beat; even a call

answered, “What’s up?”

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