Thalassa caught her just in time, giving Lydia a look that screamed, "hold your horses."

Just then, Lysander wheeled around, his gaze locking onto Thalassa.

Lydia, who had been blocking Thalassa's view, got a good look at the man before her. Her eyes widened, her expression turned solemn, and she snapped to attention, standing tall and straight like an oak tree, feet together, and saluted Lysander with military precision, announcing loud and clear, "Sir, yes, sir!"

Thalassa: "..."

This sudden shift in Lydia's demeanor left Thalassa gobsmacked. She flicked her gaze between Lysander and Lydia, bewildered.

Lydia stood there, all seriousness and respect, even a tad nervous, saluting Lysander like she was in the presence of a general.

Thalassa blinked in confusion, wondering what on earth was going on.

Why was Lydia addressing Lysander as if he were a high-ranking officer?

off guard by this turn

deep, soulful eyes, and

hand but keeping

lips as she coolly remarked, "Leave it

knowledge. But today, she was riled up by

had she arrived than Lysander told her not to bother anymore. He was going to talk to Joshua and

in. She pressed him for a reason, but all he said

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

her desperation, Rosalind played the Whitman Group card, a move

all her frustration

clouded her judgment, making her unusually

Thalassa, in Lysander's presence, was

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