Chapter 1118


    Ethan, usually so adept at reading the room, especially Lysander''s mood, found himself in a tight spot.


    In the presence of Lysander, Thssa boldly sidestepped him and directly asked Ethan if she could


    take her leave.


    Momentarily flustered, Ethan shot Thssa a nce before offering a sheepish smile in Lysander’s


    direction. "Does Mr. Sinir feel that Ms. Everhart haspleted her tasks?" he asked, cleverly


    tossing the ball into Lysander''s court.


    For Lysander, it was a straightforward decision. If he stated that Thssa''s work was done, she would


    be free to leave; otherwise, she would remain.


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    Thssa, well acquainted with Ethan''s shrewdness, wasn''t surprised by his maneuver, shifting her


    gaze to Lysander.


    Lysander''s expression remained inscrutable, maintaining a cool demeanor as he tapped his long


    fingers on the tabletop. His eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts.


    Before Lysander could respond, Susan, who had been flipping through some documents, chimed in


    casually, "Ms. Everhart, these papers included the advertisement I shot yesterday. You were such a


    help directing that shoot and made our campaign sizzle. If I hit the big time, you bet you''ll be the first


    one I thank, my dear sister."


    Susan''s words seemed gracious, thanking Thssa, but the undertone was clear—self-promotion at


    Thssa''s expense. If Susan''s star rose, she would be the celebrity, while Thssa remained the


    invisible assistant. How could the two bepared?


    Having just been snubbed by Lysander, Susan was looking to regain some ground at Thssa''s


    expense. Thssa despised Bruce’s family''s attempts to connect with her. She could let the first part


    slide, but Susan''s "my dear sister" hit a nerve.


    "Oh, you should definitely thank me. Without my help, you wouldn''t have tasted a few of those


    ''delicious pies'' that everyone finds unforgettable, right, Lucy?" Thssa said with a mocking smile, yet


    her eyes were ice-cold.


    Lucy, hearing this, felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment. She touched her face, feeling a sting of pain


    and looked at Susan in confusion and rm.


    What did Thssa mean by that?


    Was Susan pped too?


    Lucy was clueless about Susan''s ordeal since Susan had imed an overnight work session at a hotel


    to avoid telling her parents about the humiliating incident.


    Bruce''s gaze was filled with a mixture of concern and confusion as he looked at Susan.


    Under the weight of her parents'' probing eyes, Susan''s face flushed with embarrassment and panic.


    She didn''t want her parents to find out about being pped by Thssa—it was too shameful. So, she


    had lied about workingte.


    But now Thssa had spilled the beans, and Susan felt her pride crumbling, her difort burning


    within her. She quickly closed the documents, trying to shift the conversation. "Mom, Dad, it''s a good


    idea to invest in Crawley Group''s stocks. With the ad campaign I''m leading, the new phone is bound to


    sell like hotcakes, and Crawley''s stock will soar."


    "That''s what your mother suggested, so we''ve invested two hundred thousand in Crawley''s stocks,"


    Bruce revealed.


    "Well, that''s great. I mean, I''m the kind of person who can make two hundred thousand in no time.


    Money is no object," Susan boasted, throwing a smug nce at Thssa.


    That look was like a dagger to Thssa''s heart.


    Susan was deliberately unting the two hundred thousand in front of Thssa, boasting about her


    night with Lysander and the hefty sum she had gained.