Chapter 670


    As Lysander’s presence neared, she felt was a potent mix of masculinity and raw power. His heavy


    breath intertwined with Thssa’s in a subtle manner.


    His lips met Thssa’s in a soft brush as a butterfly’s wings.


    Thssa’s body jerked in response.


    Lysander’s deep-set gaze went dim; his body and mind were aligning on the same front. They both


    desired her.


    He bit her lips and devoured them.


    Thssa’s body wentx; her hands were clutching his pajamas instinctively.


    Just as their emotions were hitting a crescendo, the shrill ring of a cellphone from the bedside table cut


    through the room.


    Thssa flinched and startled like a deer in headlights. She pushed Lysander away and averted her


    gaze; her eyes were shimmering and darting elsewhere.


    Lysander was left unsatisfied; his eyes were filled with displeasure at the interruption.


    Snatching up the phone, he answered in a sharp tone, “What is it?”


    David all tensed up the other end of the line due to the unexpected dose of his boss’s anger. He


    reported cautiously, “Mr. Sinir, Bruce just bought a mansion worth a billion dors. The transaction


    has just been finished.”


    The conversation was projected through the speaker through the voice call.


    Not only did Lysander hear it, but Thssa also heard it loud and clear.


    Thssa’s heart clenched. She shot a disbelieving look at Lysander.


    What did David just say? Bruce bought a mansion worth a billion dors? Where did he get so much


    money?


    As she was staring at Lysander in surprise, he was looking back at her too. The deepness and intensity


    in his eyes were receding and reced by an icy sharpness.


    Thssa’s boiling body froze right down to her pores as their eyes met.


    She quickly reached for her phone from the other side of the bed to check her messages.


    Sure enough, there was a notification for a bank transaction. Five minutes ago, a billion dors was


    deducted from her ount!


    Thssa’s hand trembled as she held her phone; her mind became a nk te.


    Bruce used her card to buy the mansion!


    But didn’t she give that card back to Lysander?


    Lysander ended the call and tossed his phone aside. He grabbed Thssa’s chin, forcing her to face


    him..


    His handsome face was taut as cold as ice, “I returned the card to you so you could buy things you


    liked. And you…you used my money to support your dad. Is this how you repay me?”


    Lysander’s eyes flickered with rage, his grip tightening.


    He put the card in her bag for her to spend as she wished.


    It was the billion and ten million that their son Atticus had slyly taken from him. It was Atticus’ filial gift to


    her.


    He respected Atticus.


    Thssa’s chin throbbed in Lysander’s grip, her head pounding with pain. She grabbed his hand and


    pleaded, “Lysander, listen to me…”


    “To your excuses?” Lysander spat out; his anger made his breath ragged. He let go of her chin, got up,


    stormed out of the room, and mmed the door behind him.


    The heavy sound of the door closing echoed in Thssa’s heart; even her soul was trembling with the


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    impact.


    She rubbed her sore chin, brows furrowed in confusion. She had no idea what was happening.


    Lysander said he had put the card back in her bag?


    She had no clue about it.


    How did the card end up with Bruce?


    She had no idea Lysander had returned the card to her, let alone given it to Bruce.