Chapter 212


    Thssa stood in front of a ck Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen


    , even in the absence of light.


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


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


    Crouching down, Thssa 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 o


    ver, and gave it her all, gripping the end of the needle.


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    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 buttnding.


    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 stab


    ility.


    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, Thssa hurriedly apologized, “I’m so


    rry, 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.


    Thssa’s speech faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy cow, it’s Lysander!”


    She quickly moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinir, what a coincidence.”


    Lysander took a step towards her, his gaze intense and shadowed.


    Thssa felt overwhelmed by his powerful aura, nearly breathless.


    His towering figure loomed over her, stepping closer and closer. Thssa retreated in fear. Realizing s


    he was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it behind her, putting up a nervous smile towards Lysand


    er.


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


    trapping her between his chest and the vehicle.


    He leaned in, his hot breath getting closer and closer.


    His strong, masculine scent enveloped


    her, a scent so familiar to her from a stormy night five years ago, when this scent had once entangled h


    er.


    Thssa’s heart pounded like crazy, his lips were getting closer, and she nervously turned her face aw


    ay.


    But Lysander just missed her lips, whispering in her ear with his deep, maic voice, “You seem quite


    interested in my car.”


    His heavy breath tickled her sensitive ear, causing her to shrink her neck. She hastily exined, “No, it’


    s not like that, Mr. Sinir, you’re misunderstanding and I’m not interested in your car.”


    “So you’re interested in me?” Lysander’s deep voice held a hint of huskiness.


    His implicit and mysterious words made Thssa’s heart race and her cheeks involuntarily flush.


    Just as she was about


    to say something. Lysander cut her off, and hismanding voice echoed again: “Come to my office in


    ten minutes.”


    With that, he released his hold on her and stepped into the elevator.


    Watching his retreating figure. Thssa clutched her racing heart, trying to calm herself down.


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