Chapter 238


    Seeing Lysander perk up, Isabe knew she had his interest.


    It seemed like she picked the night topic.


    A sense of victory danced in her heart, but she crushed it down, forcing out an air of regret. “Back then,


    Thssa broke up with her university boyfriend. She was devastated and even ended up with depressi


    on, so she had to drop out. I tried to talk some sense into her, asked her if any guy was worth her future


    . But she said she loved him too much, and people who hasn’t loved deeply won’t understand.”


    Isabe went on, detailing Thssa’s past rtionships with Leopold


    Men couldn’t stand their women having a history with other guys.


    If she was this miserable, why should Thssa get to soar high and be the envy of all?


    Isabe was hell–bent on wrecking Lysander’s good impression of Thssa.


    Once she spilled, Lysander’s handsome face turned icy, his gaze cold enough to freeze the world.


    The atmosphere in the room turned frosty, the air seeming to solidify.


    Sensing Lysander’s anger, David quickly wheeled Isabe out. “You’ve talked too much. The


    to the hospital and was sedated without being able to speak for a month. People who bber too much


    might meet a severe punishment.”


    Fear gripped Isabe, promptly shutting her up.


    David wheeled her out of the office. He released the wheelchair and said tly, “Elevator’s that way. Se


    e yourself out.”


    As David was about to leave, Isabe stopped him.


    “David, do you think Mr. Sinir will forgive me?”


    David answered, “If I were you, I wouldn’t ask any questions or say anymore. I’d leave as quickly as po


    ssible and never show up in front of Mr. Sinir again.”


    The warning in David’s words was clear.


    Isabe nodded. Then she took the elevator, and left.


    “Achoo!”


    At the moment, in the president’s office of the Falconer group, ric Falconer was reading some docu


    ments when he sneezed.


    Rubbing his nose, he thought, “who’s cursing me?”


    Then he rubbed his mouth.


    After he talked a bit


    too much in front of Lysander, his tongue had been numbed. He couldn’t talk for days, even the food ta


    sted nd.


    Though it was mostly recovered now, his tongue still felt a bit numb.


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    Thssa and Hertha went to a bar.


    They ordered two cocktails.


    Raising her ss, Hertha toasted Thssa, “Congrats onnding the secretary job. Cheers!”


    Thssa raised her ss, clinked it with Hertha’s. “Thank you.”


    Then, they both took a sip.


    Thssa was over the moon because this was the first time shended a secretary job that matched h


    er skills and qualifications.


    Even though she was a secretary at the Sinir group for a day, she knew it was out of Lysander’s pity


    or his intention to keep her, not because of her own abilities.


    “By the way, you’ve been to many interviews before. Mostpanies rejected you because you didn’t


    have a university degree. Why did this one make an exception?” Hertha asked out of curiosity.


    ording to the societal norm, a degree was a requisite for a job. Mostpanies followed this rule.


    Few would break the rule, which made this one stand out.


    “They believed I have plenty of work experience,” Thssa answered.


    “The Sinir group is really something and Lysander is even more so. Only one day as a CEO’s secret


    ary at the Sinir group gets you plenty of work experience,” Hertha said, surprised.


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