Chapter 705


    Hertha, the definition of a gossipmonger, was always on fire. She knew she was more than just curious


    about others.


    Hertha quickly realized that her loud voice might wake Evelyn up, so she nodded to show her


    understanding.


    Thssa then let go of her. Her face was flushed as she whispered, “Hertha, control your curiosity a


    little. You know what they say. Curiosity killed the


    cat.”


    Over the past ten days, she had definitely been monopolized by Lysander. Because she returned his


    money, he seemed quite upset. Each time he wanted her, he had a strong intensity, as if he were


    venting frustration or anger.


    But every time, he would hold her while they slept.


    Lysander was indeed a strange man. She had never been able to understand his mind.


    Hertha realized that Thssa’s face was now as red as an apple and chuckled a couple of times. Even


    though Thssa hadn’t said anything, it felt like she had said everything.


    The gossip she was curious about was all over Thssa’s blushing face.


    “Alright, alright, I won’t ask. But this afternoon, apany me somewhere.” Hertha suddenly said.


    “Where to?” Thssa asked.


    “I’ve heard that ric is going to a high-end club to y golf this afternoon. I want to run into him


    there.” Hertha’s round, gleaming eyes were full of anticipation.


    Thssa couldn’t help butugh. “I have two words for you.”


    “What?”


    “Persistent pursuit.” Thssa said with a smile.


    “Exactly! My spirit deserves praise.” Hertha said proudly.


    “Good thing my foot is healed now, so I can apany you. If ric had gone golfing a few days


    earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to join you.” Thssa said.


    Hertha was happy, and they left the house hand in hand.


    Hertha drove them to the Holy City Club in no time.


    As they approached the entrance, a waiter stopped them. “Sorry, this ce is booked.”


    “It’s booked by ric, right? I’m his girlfriend. He invited me.” Hertha puffed out her chest and spoke


    confidently.


    “Just a moment, let me confirm this.” The waiter pulled out his walkie-talkie to ask if ric Falconer had


    any friendsing.


    Hertha gripped Thssa’s hand tighter, afraid of being rejected. That would be so embarrassing.


    Just as she was getting nervous, the waiter let them in.


    “Ladies, pleasee in.”


    Hertha’s tense nerves instantly rxed. She was overjoyed. Using ric’s name really worked.


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    She quickly pulled Thssa inside with her.


    The club was very high-end. It had luxurious marble floors that immediately gave off an air of


    opulence.


    Beyond the reception area was the golf course.


    Hertha and Thssa saw a few men from a distance.


    Among them, a man dressed in dark gray casual wear stood out. He was tall and slim, with an


    extraordinary demeanor. He held a golf club with a noble and elegant posture. With each swing, he


    urately hit the white ball. Each ball flew several meters beforending perfectly in the hole.


    He was absolutely stunning.


    The man turned his face, causing the sunlight to dance on his skin, giving him a gold-like glow. He was


    breathtakingly handsome, exceptional, and strikingly attractive.


    Thssa recognized the man’s face, and her heart skipped a beat.


    It was Lysander!


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