Chapter 583


    The car roared to life, taking off at a high speed.


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    Thssa struggled to get up from her seat. Lysander’s overpowering aura was freezing and daunting.


    She moved closer to the window, trying her best to put some distance


    between them.


    Her heart pounded in a panic, and her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps.


    Lysander remained silent.


    The atmosphere was palpably tense throughout the ride.


    Soon enough, they arrived at the Sinir Group International Hotel.


    Lysander gripped Thssa’s wrist tightly, leading her to the presidential suite, tossing her onto the bed,


    his imposing figure looming over her, trapping her.


    Thssa was pale with fear; she tried to back away, but there was nowhere left to retreat.


    Lysander’s rough hand gripped her chin, lifting her face and forcing her to look into his eyes. “So, you


    want to spend my money to support your ungrateful father, huh?” His cold breath fanned across her


    face, piercingly cold, causing Thssa’s breath to hitch. There was a sharp pain in her chest. She tried


    to speak, “It’s just Bruce’s ambition. I didn’t…”


    “Really now? Three million has already ended up in his pocket, and you still haven’t satisfied his greed!


    Thssa, I’ve told you more than once that ying mind games with mees with a price!”


    Lysander’s teeth clenched, his deep eyes icy and cold.


    “…”


    “I don’t want to hear your excuses! If you’ve done it, you have to bear the consequences!” Lysander


    gritted his teeth, interrupting her.


    In his eyes, her lies made her unworthy of his trust.


    Everything she said was just to deceive him.


    No other woman had dared to y mind games with him repeatedly.


    With those words, Lysander harshly sealed her lips with his, drowning all her protests in their kiss.


    “Mmm, let…” Thssa felt his anger and struggled.


    “Rip!” Her clothes were torn apart, and her resistance only sparked his fury further.


    Outside the window, tree shadows swayed, the sun gradually set, and night fell.


    Inside, the bedsidemp swung violently as if the wind outside was forcing it to sway.


    In the restaurant, Bruce was reduced to groaning on the floor, beaten to a pulp. His eyes were swollen


    shut, and his cheeks puffed out as if he had stuffed eggs in his mouth. He rolled around on the floor,


    whimpering from the pain, unable to muster the strength or will to stand.


    All the bodyguards had retreated. Only the frightened Evelyn remained, with her back pressed against


    the wall.


    Even after the bodyguards had left, she was still in shock. Her body was shivering, and she stared at


    the mess around her.


    It took her a while to regain herposure. Looking at Bruce writhing on the floor, his pitiful state sent


    shock waves through Evelyn.


    She slowly approached him, squatting down, nervously asking, “You’re not going to die, are you?”


    Bruce still had his wits about him. Recognizing Evelyn’s voice, he stopped his painful writhing, panting


    heavily. His swollen eyes stared at Evelyn.


    “I must be jinxed. The first time I met you and Thssa, I was beaten up. And now, for the second time,


    I’ve been beaten up again. Maybe it’s because I owe you, and this is the way the universe is making


    me pay.” Bruce said, “I’m sorry for making you suffer…


    His words caused Evelyn’s tears to flow uncontrobly.