Chapter 1122


    Susan''s heart was pounding out of her chest as she faced Lysander standing beside Thssa like a


    towering oak. His very presence was intimidating, and Susan cursed her rotten luck.


    Only moments ago, she had belittled Thssa''s golf coach, and now she realized, to her horror, that


    Thssa''s coach was none other than Lysander himself!


    Facing Lysander felt like standing in a lion''s den. ncing at his striking, chiseled features, she


    instinctively took a step back, panic etched across her face.


    "Mr. Sinir, I wasn''t speaking about you. I meant the coach that Thssa mentioned, not…not you…I


    had no idea she was talking about you."


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    Susan''s attempt at an exnation made her feel like she was sinking deeper into quicksand. Once she


    finished, she noticed Lysander''s icy gaze piercing her, and she mped her mouth shut, overwhelmed


    with fear and confusion.


    Lucy, too, had just pieced together that the coach Thssa had been talking about was Lysander.


    Susan had insulted Lysander to his face!


    She felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment for Susan and nudged Bruce urgently, signaling for him


    to somehow bail Susan out of this mess.


    Bruce rolled his eyes without responding. Aside from her knack for the stock market, Lucy was clueless


    about pretty much everything else. He had seen through Thssa''s ploy from the start, while Lucy had


    blindly cheered her on. Now, with Susan having bad-mouthed Lysander in his very presence, her


    chances of ever winning him over were shot.


    Bruce had witnessed Thssa''s cunning firsthand. Even he had been outsmarted by her, left hanging


    off a cliff. She was no ordinary woman; otherwise, how could she have so thoroughly captured


    Lysander''s attention?


    "Bruce, Lucy, now that we''ve wrapped up today''s business, is there anything else? Are you staying to


    y a round of golf?" Ethan strolled over, his voice calm and collected.


    "No, no, we''ve aplished our main goal of discussing the Crawley Group with Mr. Ethan. We''ve


    invested, and now it''s time to head back and await the news," Bruce replied quickly, seizing the


    opportunity Ethan had given them to exit gracefully.


    "Mr. Sinir, Mr. Ethan, we''ll take our leave. Enjoy your game; we wouldn''t want to spoil your fun,"


    Bruce said, bowing and scraping as he grabbed Lucy''s hand and tugged her to leave.


    Lucy got the hint, but she was concerned about leaving Susan behind.


    Without their support, wouldn''t Susan be even more vulnerable?


    Susan, quick to read the room, chimed in, "Yes, yes, we wouldn''t want to interrupt Mr. Sinir and Ms.


    Everhart''s game."


    Hastily, she sidled up to Lucy, clinging to the hem of her jacket, desperate not to be left behind in this


    den of lions.


    Once the trio hastily departed, Thssa''s professional smile faded. She turned to Lysander and said,


    "I''ve yed my part. Can I go now?"


    Lysander''s deep gaze shifted to her. "Let''s leave together."


    "You and Mr. Ethan haven''t started your game yet. I don''t want to disrupt. I''ll head out on my own; you


    two can continue," Thssa said, her voice seemingly calm but deliberately putting distance between


    herself and Lysander.


    Without waiting for his response, Thssa turned and walked away, leaving Lysander to watch her


    retreating figure, enveloped in the quiet gravity of the night.


    He was well aware of her efforts to keep her distance. She''d rather walk alone than be with him, just


    like the night before, finding any excuse to sleep separately.