Chapter 992


    "Invite me to lunch?" Thssa thought she had misheard, her response tinged with disbelief.


    "Yeah, my wife found out you''re my daughter. She''s been pretty harsh to you and your mom before,


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    and I was making a scene about getting a divorce. Now she''s regretful and wants to invite you over for


    a meal, apologize, and ept you as my daughter." Bruce emphasized the word "daughter" as if to


    remind Thssa of her newfound, publicly acknowledged status.


    "And why exactly should your marital spats involve me?" Thssa spat back with contempt. If it weren''t


    for Bruce''s despicable threat of leaking that video online, she wouldn''t even consider picking up his


    calls.


    "Are you saying you don''t want toe?" Bruce''s voice, once feigning kindness, turned icy.


    "Why should I have to?" Thssa struggled to keep her anger at bay, her disgust evident.


    "Let''s put it this way. I didn''te homest night, and my wife was checking up on me. I told her I was


    with you—my daughter. What could I possibly do to you? She didn''t believe me. She wants you to


    unadorned with any pretense.


    Thssa felt a tightness in her chest, a suffocating pain fueled by fury.


    Shaking with hatred, she gripped her phone so hard she thought it might break, teeth clenched to hold


    back a stream of curses.


    Bruce had the audacity to bring upst night!


    Did he not realize how vile and utterly devoid of morals he was?


    He knew full well what he had tried to do to her, and now he had the gall to use her status as his


    daughter as a cover, deceiving his wife, trying to absolve himself of suspicion!


    Thssa didn''t speak, her breathing ragged with rage, biting down on her anger to avoidshing out.


    "Come over for lunch, it''s the perfect timing. I''ll send you the address. I expect to see you within the


    hour, otherwise, I''ll be sending out something else," Bruce''s loathsome voice came through again,


    He hung up, confident she woulde. He had given her plenty of time.


    Thssa''s breaths were sharp with anger, her brows knitted tightly, the phone in her hand a testament


    to her restraint from smashing it right then and there.


    But the phone wasn''t to me. It was Bruce who deserved her wrath!


    Go to Bruce''s for lunch? She''d go.


    It was the perfect opportunity to get his homework''s IP address.


    Driving the ck car she had used earlier to drop the kids at school, Thssa followed the GPS out of


    the driveway.


    Half an hourter, she arrived at Bruce''s ce.


    A vi, no less!


    Owning a vi in Starhaven meant big bucks, something Bruce, a mere office worker living on a fixed


    sry, could never afford, not in a lifetime of saving.


    Where had all his moneye from, if not from swindling rich heiresses?


    Thssa fought to conceal the thick disgust in her eyes.


    "Well, well, Thssa''s here. Please,e on in." Lucy stepped out; her smile sharp as she greeted


    her.


    That smile was so painfully fake, Thssa thought.


    Lucy sidled up to Thssa, her eyes moving from Thssa''s face to the car parked behind her. "Wow,


    is that a Lamborghini? Such a luxurious car, very impressive."


    Susan stood at the doorway, arms crossed, exuding arrogance as if she were looking down on


    everyone. She snorted, "Impressive? It''s Lysander''s car. She''s just basking in his reflected glory.


    Without Lysander, she''s nothing."