Chapter 547


    He could feel the chilling frost through the line.


    Realizing Lysander’s tone was fraught with anger, ric chuckled, “You heard me right. Your girl is at


    the bar, just made a pass at a youngd. She’s got him so angry that he’s ready to


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    take her to a motel.”


    A motel?


    Those words stung Lysander’s ears, piercing straight through his heart.


    Fury simmered within his chest.


    Lysander gritted his teeth, his voice icy, “Where?”


    “Midnight Mirage.” ric said.


    Once the call ended, ric turned his gaze toward her and was startled by the close proximity of


    Thssa. She was almost pressing her face against his phone.


    Luckily he just turned his gaze; if he jerked his head, he might have identally kissed her.


    This was Lysander’s girl so he dared not cross the line.


    “Thssa, what the hell are you doing? You scared the daylights out of me.” ric stepped back,


    taking a deep breath.


    Thssa was tipsy, her eyes half-closed as she looked at him, nervous yet hopeful, “Is Lysander


    Throughout the day, she had tried everything she could think of to see Lysander, to talk to him about


    seeing their children.


    In response, Lysander had cut off all contact.


    He refused to meet her and wouldn’t even answer her calls no matter what. He was as cold and


    detached as if they had never known each other.


    She heard what ric said about her. But she didn’t quite hear Lysander’s response. So she had no


    idea if he woulde.


    She was both jittery and sad.


    ric was about to reply when amotion from the dance floor caught his attention. Hertha’s shriek


    echoed louder than the rock music.


    “Ah, pervert!”


    Her voice strained ric’s nerves; as he turned his head towards the dance floor, Thssa mirrored


    his actions.


    Hertha was holding a young man’s hand, ring at him with rage, “You touched my butt, you filthy


    pervert!”


    Her outburst attracted a crowd.


    The young man, who was visibly ufortable, mumbled, “Like I said, that was a mistake. I


    identally touched you while dancing, Honest mistake.”


    “Mistake my ass! You were clearly grabbing my butt! You think I didn’t feel it?” Hertha pointed at him,


    her lips trembling with anger,


    “I said it was a mistake, woman. Are you that desperate for someone to touch your butt? Also, you’re


    still holding my hand, that’s inappropriate. I know I’m attractive, but I’m not that easy.” The young man


    pulled his hand back.


    Hertha was taken aback. Unprepared for his rebuttal, she was heaved with anger.


    With no more drama to witness, the crowd dispersed.


    The young man approached, his finger pointed at her face, “Since you seem interested, I can make an


    exception. How about we go to a hotel?”


    Hertha pped his hand away, “Go away, you pervert!”


    “Refusing a toast only leads to a forfeit. Come with me!” He forcefully grabbed her wrist..


    Hertha struggled, but couldn’t break free.


    Suddenly, a p echoed through the room,nding on the young man’s face. Blood trickled from the


    corner of his mouth.


    The force of the p was considerable.


    Hertha was stunned; she turned towards the source of the p.


    Seeing that devilishly handsome face, Hertha’s heart skipped a beat.