Ethan and Thssa arrived at themercial shoot location soon.


    The ad agency representative greeted them with a warm smile, "Mr. Ethan, wee. Care for a drink?"


    Zane handed Ethan a bottle of mineral water, but conspicuously left Thssa empty-handed.


    And then there was that look — a nce shot her way, loaded with an unmistakable distaste.


    Thssa was baffled, clueless about what she might''ve done to rub Zane the wrong way.


    Ethan noticed Zane''s reactions and, with a knowing smirk, passed his own water bottle to Thssa, "Ms. Everhart, you take


    this."


    Thssa knew Ethan was trying to avoid awkwardness, nudging Zane to respect her.


    But she needed none of it.


    She understood why Zane discriminated against her, his gaze brimming with rejection because shecked a pedigree like


    Ethan''s. She was "merely" an assistant.


    In this day and age, snobs were a dime a dozen.


    No point in bickering with a snob.


    "No need, Mr. Ethan. I''m not thirsty," Thssa declined gracefully.


    "Okay," Ethan replied curtly, before tossing the water bottle back to Zane. "Take it back, then. Your hospitality is a bit too much


    for me."


    Zane was red-faced and flustered, then he took the water back.


    Ethan''s expression cooled as he strode ahead.


    Thssa hurried up to follow.


    "Let''s check out the studio. The models should be in there," Ethan said over his shoulder to Thssa.


    "Sure," she acknowledged.


    Stepping into the studio, they were greeted with a palpable tension. This sort ofmanding presence wasn''t something just


    anyone could muster.


    It was all too familiar to Thssa. Instinctively tensing, she was now facing a tall, striking figure, a man of undeniable


    handsomeness.


    It was Lysander, again.


    He stood by the backdrop, observing the hole on it.


    Above the backdrop, ropes from the rigging were being lowered right where Lysander stood.


    David''s voice came from behind the canvas, "Mr. Sinir, this rigging was tricky to angle, and you can''t really see the scene


    outside through that hole."


    Hearing this, Thssa''s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing that David was recreating the scenario when she was doing the


    rigging.


    Lysander was assessing the angle, determining which direction was best suited for an ident.


    Confronted with this scene and hearing David''s words, Thssa felt her heart sink.


    “Lysander, you''re here too!" Ethan eximed, hopping onto the set and making a beeline for Lysander.


    “Lysander, are you here for a business meeting?" Ethan casually bantered, as though they were old pals.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Lysander''s deep-set eyes flicked


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    "Isn''t site scouting usually Captain Payne''s gig? Since when are you interested in detective work, Lysander?" Ethan teased.


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    "Okay," Lysander grunted, his gaze shifting back to Thssa standing off the tform.


    Feeling his eyes on her, Thssa quickly looked away, unwilling to meet his gaze.


    "Ah, | get it now. Lysander is here to


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