Chapter 1216


    Callum chuckled, a warm and approachable aura around him as he casually lifted his hand and ruffled


    Thssa''s hair gently. His voice was soft and soothing, "Silly girl, no need to apologize. It''s not your


    fault, and I''ve never med you. I only me myself for not being sharp enough to evade Lysander''s


    quick pursuit."


    Thssa blinked in surprise. Callum had just tousled her hair!


    By the time she gathered her thoughts, his hand had already retreated, his face donning its usual smile


    as he continued to speak to her.


    There was no hint of awkwardness or tension from the gesture, and it felt so natural that Thssa


    questioned if she was reading too much into it.


    This was just Callum being Callum, showing the same gentle affection not only to her but to everyone


    by yfully ruffling their hair.


    Seeing his easygoing demeanor, Thssa blinked away the shock in her eyes, trying to regain her


    It was funny, he was the one who had touched her head, yet she was the one feeling embarrassed.


    "No, you''ve done more than enough, and I''m grateful for everything you''ve done for us. Lysander is just


    too powerful. Even if he hadn''t found us that day, he was bound to catch up to us eventually," Thssa


    reassured Callum, urging him not to be too hard on himself. It wasn''t his oversight. Lysander''s


    influence was just too vast for the average people to contend with.


    Thssa was focused on her conversation with Callum, unaware that Ethan, who had just stepped out


    of the Crawley Group''s office, had spotted her getting into the car. He whipped out his phone and


    snapped a quick photo of them.


    Callum caught a glimpse of the man standing at the Crawley Group''s entrance from the corner of his


    eye. A fleeting sparkle passed through his warm eyes, but it was gone in an instant.


    "Let''s not talk about this now. Let''s go grab some lunch," Callum shifted the topic, instructing the driver,


    "Head over to Fortune Restaurant, please."


    The car started and drove away.


    Back at the Crawley Group entrance, Ethan leanedzily against the door frame, too impatient to head


    to his own car and sent the photo to Lysander right there and then.


    Ethan loved a good piece of gossip, especially when it involved Lysander.


    Any chance to get the scoop on Lysander was too good for him to wait even a second.


    After sending the photo, Ethan messaged, [Lysander, you might want to dial up the charm, buddy. Ever


    heard of the ''hair ruffle'' move? Works like a charm ondies. Why not give it a try?]


    With a smirk, he stared at his phone, waiting for Lysander''s response.


    Minutes ticked by without a peep from the screen. As he watched, Ethan felt a chill seep through the


    disy, half-convinced his phone would crack from the cold if he kept up this mockery of Lysander.


    Shaking off the eerie sensation, Ethan chuckled to himself.


    He knew it wasn''t his phone icing over. It was the icy rage emanating from Lysander on the other end.


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    Even without seeing Lysander in person, Ethan could picture his handsome face darkened, brooding


    like a stormy sky on the brink of unleashing its fury.


    He was ying with fire, tempting the tiger''s wrath.


    Meanwhile, in the Sinir Group''s presidential office.


    Lysander held his phone, staring at the photo on the screen.


    Callum faced the car window, his expression brimming with tenderness as he stroked Thssa''s hair.


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    And Thssa didn''t pull away!


    This image stung Lysander''s eyes, the air around him dropping in pressure, threatening to turn to ice.