Chapter 1051


    Lysander was even more ruthless than he had imagined.


    The bodyguard''s words echoed in his ears.


    Lysandermanded to break Callum''s legs, and it was a tactic to coerce Thssa intoing with


    him willingly. Later, Lysander promised Thssa he would cease the violence, but the bodyguard took


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    it upon himself to carry out the brutal act.


    In the end, it was Lysander''s order, wasn''t it? The man was known for his cold efficiency and his refusal


    to show mercy in any endeavor.


    Shortly, an ambnce arrived at Moon Retreat and took Callum away.


    ...


    Lysander''s ne touched down at Weston Country Airport.


    He led them straight to arge aircraft parked on the tarmac, where they were greeted by a hostess


    standing at the ne’s entrance.


    She wasn''t dressed in the typical flight attendant''s attire, but rather in a sharp business suit that hinted


    at extensive professionality.


    The hostess politely ushered Thssa and the children into the cabin, and it was only then that


    Thssa realized they were the sole passengers.


    "I want a window seat!" Elowen dered, scrambling onto a seat by the window with youthful


    eagerness.


    "I want to sit by the window too." Dorian chimed in, iming another spot. Once settled, he peered out


    with the same fascination as the day before. The skies had offered them a whole new spectacle they


    were keen to behold again.


    Atticus and Sophia, though silent, naturally gravitated toward the window seats as well.


    All four youngsters had staked their ims on the coveted spots.


    Seeing this, Thssa quickly intervened, "Atticus, Sophia, pleasee sit with Dorian and Elowen.


    You can''t just hog the seats like that; there might be other passengers."


    The hostess, standing by with a smile, respectfully interjected, "Ms. Everhart, there''s no need to worry.


    Please, feel free to sit wherever you like. This isn''t amercial flight; it''s Mr. Sinir''s private jet."


    Thssa''s eyes widened in disbelief. A private jet? She had thought only airlines owned nes and


    scheduled flights for travelers. The idea that Lysander owned a jet as grand as amercial airliner


    shattered her conception of wealth.


    "Wow, so my dad owns a private jet this big? It''s even cooler than Callum''s ne!" Dorian eximed


    with the enthusiasm of a true aviation aficionado.


    The hostess corrected him, "Mr. Sinir doesn''t own just one private jet; he has several."


    "Several? Like, toys?" Dorian''s mouth formed a perfect ''O'' of astonishment.


    "If you want to y, one day I''ll fly one out to Royal Estates just for you," Lysander''s deep voice


    resonated as he entered the cabin.


    Thssa was speechless. Toy models were one thing, but actual nes for y?


    "Oh yes! I get to y with a real ne! Dad, you''re the coolest!" Dorian jumped up from his seat in


    excitement, only to bump his forehead against the seat back with a resonant ''thud.''


    Thssa winced in sympathy, "Did that hurt, honey?"


    Dorian rubbed his forehead, stuck out his tongue yfully, and insisted, "It''s okay, it''s okay. It doesn''t


    hurt a bit."


    Thssa couldn''t help butugh at his eagerness, which made pain secondary to his joy. As she


    looked up, she met Lysander''s profound and mysterious eyes, captivating and as deep as a void.


    A shiver ran through her.


    "Elowen, I''ll sit next to you." Thssa quickly averted her eyes, moving to the seat beside her


    daughter. She tried to avoid further eye contact with Lysander and alleviate her embarrassment.