Chapter 495


    Thssa gasped


    Was she really that different? Perhaps his resentment was steering his taste towards a path of venting.


    “Take a break from work and brew some coffee,” David suggested.


    With no other option, Thssa rose to prepare the coffee.


    It was her job, after all. Making coffee was part of her daily responsibilities.


    David exited the office seeing her stand up and brew coffee.


    Thssa chose the freshest coffee beans, grinding them to perfection, brewing the coffee, and adding


    a small spoonful of sugar and a touch of cream.


    She then carried the coffee towards the CEO’s office.


    She gently knocked on the door and, upon being granted permission, she entered with caution.


    Lysander, sitting on his executive chair, was exuding an air of profound authority and unparalleled


    luxury.


    David was standing at the desk and reporting his work, “Mr. Sinir, all the information on the toy shop


    owner has been sent to your inbox.”


    “Alright, get back to work,” Lysander dismissed him with a wave of his hand.


    David left the room, leaving Thssa clutching the coffee tighter.


    The toy shop owner?


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    Could it possibly be the same toy store owner she had encountered the previous day?


    Why was Lysander investigating her?


    Maybe because she had interacted with the owner, and even transferred money to her?


    Confused and anxious, Thssa’s breath hitched slightly.


    Lysander’s icy gazended on her. “Are you nning to stand there until the coffee gets cold?”


    His deep, resonant voice was bringing a natural sense of intimidation. Thssa snapped out of her


    daze, her hand trembling slightly.


    She managed to steady herself, or the coffee would spill all over the ce.


    Coming back to her senses, she managed to steady her breath, approached the desk, gently ced


    the coffee down, and said cautiously, “Mr. Sinir, your coffee.” She then stood still, her gaze darting


    asionally to Lysander’sputer, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever he had about the toy shop


    owner. Could it be rted to her?


    She nced at theputer and found a clean desktop screen. No file was opened.


    Thinking her action had gone unnoticed, she withdrew her gaze. And her eyes met Lysander’s deep,


    frosty gaze.


    They were incredibly deep and dangerously unreadable, making Thssa’s heart jolt.


    “You seem very interested in myputer, hmm?” Lysander questioned, his eyes fixated on her.


    Laughing nervously, Thssa quickly denied, “No, no, I was just waiting to see if you had any further


    instructions, Mr. Sinir. If not, I’ll take my leave.”


    With that, she hurried out of the office, clutching her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.


    Lysander was indeed an intimidating man.


    Once she had managed to regte her breathing somewhat, Thssa’s worry returned.


    She had a gut feeling that the toy store owner David had mentioned was definitely the one she knew.


    What had they discovered, and was it rted to her?


    Would they find out about the children?


    Back in her office, Thssa was on edge. The fear and anxiety of the unknown was agonizing.


    In the CEO’s office, Lysander took a sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed on theputer screen as he


    opened the email.