Chapter 582
Upon receiving the photo, the bodyguard promptly forwarded it to Lysander.
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At the Sinir Group’s CEO’s office, Lysander scrutinized the image on his phone. It was a picture of
three people seated at a dining table. His face was shrouded in a gloomy expression. His gaze was
frosty and as cold as a winterndscape.
Meanwhile, at a restaurant, in a private dining room.
Thssa had gone face-to-face with Bruce’s deceit and audacity!
Despite knowing that he was tricking Evelyn out of her money, he continued to sweet-talk her.
What infuriated her the most was that such a fraudulent scheme was able to operate with legitimate
business licenses and paperwork.
Even if they called the police, there was little they could have done. At most, it could have been
ssified as a willing transaction between parties.
Seemingly oblivious to Thssa’s rage, Bruce continued, “Thssa, you’re Lysander’s children’s
mother. You’ve beaten many women already. It would be best if you secured your own welfare.
Lysander has more money than he can spend. If you don’t spend it, someone else will. Why not live a
better life? If you don’t know how to spend the money, I can help you. I can help you it, buy real estate,
whatever you want…”
Thssa had reached her limit. Her fists clenched, ready to m the table in anger.
Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open. A palpable sense of danger permeated the air as a
powerful presence entered, thinning the atmosphere.
Thssa turned towards the door to see a tall, long-legged man in a meticulously handcrafted ck
suit. His aura was icy and regal. He strode in, followed by several ck-d bodyguards.
The show of strength was enough to take one’s breath away.
Thssa was stunned. What was Lysander doing there?
Before she could react, Lysander was beside her. His shadow engulfed her as hisrge hand grabbed
her wrist. With a slight tug, she collided with his muscr chest.
Thssa panicked, “Lysander…”
“So, you’re eager to spend my money?” Lysander’s gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing into Thssa’s
eyes.
Her pupils contracted as she hurriedly exined, “It’s not like that…”
“All of you gathered here, scheming, and you still want to deny it?” Lysander’s grip tightened as his icy
aura seeped into Thssa’s skin, causing her to feel both pain and cold.
She furrowed her brows, stating, “We have nothing to do with Bruce.”
“Thssa, I’m your father…” Bruce hastily revealed his identity, hoping to benefit from Thssa’s
rtionship with Lysander.
Why would Bruce have passed up such an opportunity?
As soon as he finished speaking, Lysander’s predatory gaze swept towards him, silencing him
instantly.
Thssa was flustered, vehemently denying, “He’s not!”
“Right, he’s not! I’ve never acknowledged him as Thssa’s father!” Evelyn, affected by Lysander’s icy
aura, was at a loss. Yet, at that critical moment, her words were firm and angry.
Bruce insisted, “You can’t change blood ties.”
“Shut up! Beat him up!” Lysander’s icy gaze bored into Bruce.
His overwhelming presence filled the room with a chilling atmosphere.
Panicked, Bruce attempted to flee but was swiftly grabbed by the approaching bodyguards, who started
to beat him up.
Seeing that, Evelyn was terrified and backed against the wall, not daring to utter a word.
Thssa looked in surprise at the brawl, but before she could see how badly Bruce was getting
beaten, Lysander tightened his grip on her wrist and dragged her out of the
restaurant.
She had no chance to resist.
After being hauled to his car and tossed inside, Thssa felt as if her wrist would break. She fell onto
the car seat, and before she could sit up, Lysander’s imposing figure entered the car and shut the door
with a resounding thud.
In a deep voice, he instructed his driver, “Sinir International Hotel!”