Chapter 916


    David, always sharp as a tack, somehow dropped the ball this time.


    With a nce as cold as the steel of a knight’s sword, Lysander issued a chilling ultimatum: “If you


    don’t leave now, prepare to burn the midnight oil every day for the next year.”


    David blinked, taken aback, and quickly stammered, “I’m on my way out, right this second.”


    With that, he scurried out of the CEO’s office.


    No sooner had he stepped into the hall than he spotted Thssa emerging from the elevator.


    Seeing her, it clicked for David. The reason Lysander, who usually clocked out with the precision of Big


    Ben, was sticking around because he was waiting for someone.


    And who else couldmand such attention from Lysander, if not Thssa?


    “Hello, Ms. Everhart,” David greeted her, taking the initiative.


    Thssa offered a polite smile in return. “David, haven’t you finished work yet?”


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    “I was about to head out. nned to stick around for Mr. Sinir’s all-nighter, but I got the boot. No


    clue who he’s waiting for. Anyone else would just be in the way, it seems.”


    The subtext in David’s words was clear as day.


    Thssa’s smile faltered for a moment but quickly recovered. “If a clever guy like you doesn’t know


    who Mr. Sinir’s waiting for, how would I? I’m here to see him on some business. Is he still in his


    office?”


    “Indeed. For all we know, he might be waiting for you, Ms. Everhart.” David’s smile was measured.


    After a courteous nod to Thssa, he stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him.


    A twitch yed at Thssa’s lips. David had circled back to her after all that beating around the bush.


    Couldn’t the man just speak his mind? Why the need for mental gymnastics?


    Reaching Lysander’s office, Thssa knocked lightly on the door.


    Upon receiving a grunt of permission, she entered. Lysander sat behind his desk, his formidable frame


    enveloped in a ck leather chair, exuding an aura of deep-seated authority.


    As Thssa approached, her breath instinctively slowed, cowed by his imposing presence.


    She ced a folder on the desk with care. “Here’s the contract and keys for the Central Ring Vi. It’s


    all yours to handle.” She’d wrestled with herself beforeing. The vi was the only thing left to her


    by Leopold, and she had wanted to keep it as a


    memento.


    But she knew that since Lysander had offered a trade, she had to relinquish the property.


    How could Lysander, with hismanding desires and intense possessiveness, allow her to keep


    something from Leopold?


    “You came to talk about this?” Lysander’s profound gaze fixed on her, his presence sending a chill, his


    handsome face taut.


    “Forget it. If you don’t want to deal with this, just pretend I was never here.” Thssa’s patience waned,


    and she reached for the folder.


    But her wrist was suddenly gripped in his firm hold.


    Thssa’s heart tightened and found herself locking eyes with Lysander’s excessively profound gaze.


    “Got a temper, huh?”


    He stared at her, a predator eyeing its prey.


    “Last night I told you if you had a problem with the house Leopold left me, we could swap. You’ve given


    me a vi in exchange for that house. I’m here delivering the paperwork as we agreed, right?”


    Thssa tried to twist her wrist free, but his grip was iron-tight, unwavering. The more she struggled,


    the tighter he held, causing her skin to sting with pain.


    Rising to his feet, Lysander’s towering form instantly cast a shadow that engulfed Thssa. The


    invasive presence possessed the ability to sweep through Thssa’s soul, entirely devouring it.


    Her heart fluttered, and in the next moment, Lysander pulled her along with a forceful tug.


    “Ah!” Thssa eximed, her body no longer under her ownmand.