Chapter 989


    Thssa was on a mission to see Lysander, and just the mention of his name sent a shiver of panic


    through her heart.


    David had graciously stepped aside to let her pass and stood by the elevator with an expectant


    posture, waiting for her to enter. Moments before, Thssa had been jovially bantering with David.


    Now, the atmosphere had taken a serious turn, and her heart clenched with a mix of fear and resolve.


    Despite her trepidation, she stepped into the elevator. She hade this far; there was no backing


    down now.


    As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, David turned to leave, a smile still ying on his lips.


    Thssa’s personal visit to Lysander would surely lift his spirits. Otherwise, the whole office seemed to


    be trapped under a cloud of gloom so thick it was hard to breathe.


    The elevator ascended smoothly to the executive floor. Thssa stepped out and approached the


    president’s office door.


    Her hand trembled as she prepared to press the doorbell, her heart pounding as if trying to escape her


    chest. She had mustered all her courage toe here, but now, the prospect of facing Lysander alone


    filled her with dread.


    Taking several deep breaths and steeling herself, she finally pressed the doorbell.


    As soon as her finger left the bell, the ss door swung open as if it had been waiting just for her.


    With her heart hanging by a thread, Thssa walked into the office.


    The chill in the air hit her immediately, tightening her skin as she looked ahead to see Lysander’s


    imposing figure seated in a leather chair, exuding an aura of quiet power.


    His prating deep eyes fixed on her, like a predator watching its prey draw near.


    Despite her nervousness, Thssa moved forward step by step until she was just a foot away from the


    desk. She fought to keep her panic at bay as she began, “Mr. Sinir, I’m Thssa, Mr. Ethan’s


    secretary. I’m here to discuss the follow-up of ourst contract. The coboration has ceased, and Mr.


    Ethan sent me to discuss the terms of our disengagement.”


    Thssa maintained a strictly professional tone.


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    Lysander’s gaze never wavered from her face, deep and fathomless like a pool that seemed to


    threaten to drown her if she looked too long.


    “Have a seat, let’s talk.”


    Just as Thssa felt like she couldn’t take the tension any longer, Lysander’s deep voice broke the


    silence.


    He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over Thssa, who instinctively stepped back.


    When he gestured for her to sit, it wasn’t at the desk; surely, he meant the couch.


    With her heart racing, Thssa quickly retreated to a single-seater couch and sat down.


    Nobody knew better than her what had happened on that couch the night before.


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    The pain and helplessness of the previous night’s encounter were not experiences she wished to


    relive.


    So, she cleverly chose the single-seater, maintaining a safe distance.


    A cool breeze brushed past her as Lysander moved to sit on the two-seater couch to her right. With an


    air of nobility, he poured two cups of coffee.


    cing one cup before her on the coffee table, he asked in his low, resonant voice, “Aside from Mr.


    Ethan’s instructions, do you have your own reasons for being here?”


    Thssa paused, caught off guard.


    Her own reasons? What would those be?


    A sudden realization sparked in her mind, and suddenly she understood something- a vivid image of


    him unrestrainedly pressing her against the couchst night shed through her mind.


    Her heart pounded with rm, and she felt like she was on pins and needles.


    “Mr. Sinir, I’m here on behalf of Crawley Group to discuss the contract,” Thssa replied, her


    nervousness evident as she tightly clutched the document folder in her hands