Chapter 1522


    Thssa was on edge about Hertha''s blunt nature, worried she might blurt out something earth-


    shattering. Quickly, she clinked sses with Hertha, offering a diversion, "Here''s to you, the grand


    designer," she said, raising her beer. "Didn''t you mention you''ve never been horseback riding and


    really wanted to try it?"


    Thssa was trying to steer the conversation away from any potential deal-breakers. After all, the


    Crawley Group and the Sinir Group hadn''t inked their contract yet, and anything could happen


    until they did.


    She feared Hertha might, in a moment of excitement, say something that would rub Lysander the


    wrong way and jeopardize the deal.


    Thssa didn''t know Lysander well, but she was aware of his unpredictable moods. One moment


    he was all smiles, and the next, he could turn on someone with incredible speed.


    Hadn''t Rosalind and Lysander shot down their design proposal when she had pitched it to Reginald


    and Callum?


    And now, Lysander was in a bidding war with Ethan and ric for the same unaltered ns.


    Indeed, Lysander''s moods could change on a dime.


    Hertha, with her eyes wide with excitement, caught on and eagerly chimed in, "Oh yes, I''d


    absolutely love to go horseback riding. Mr. Sinir, Mr. Ethan, r... Mr. Falconer, and you too.


    Plus, David and Donovan, I''ll toast with coffee instead of wine before I head out."


    After making her rounds at the table and draining her ss, Hertha, with a yful nod to the


    gentlemen, grabbed Thssa and headed for the racecourse.


    Once they were a bit away, Thssa leaned in and whispered, "Are you sure about this? You''re still


    recovering from that concussion."


    She was just finding another topic so Hertha wouldn''t talk too much, because if she did, she''d spill


    the beans.


    Hertha was undeterred, "Of course! I''ve always wanted to ride, but my folks never allowed it. Now''s


    my chance, and I''m not backing down."


    "But your health..." Thssa fretted.


    "Don''t worry, my brain is nearly mended. I''ll pick a gentle horse and take it slow," Hertha reassured


    her.


    "Alright," Thssa conceded.


    "Are you joining in?" Hertha asked.


    Thssa shook her head, "I''m too scared."


    "No worries, I''ll lead, and you can follow. Take it slow and easy," Hertha encouraged.


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    "I''d rather not. I can''t handle the bouncing," Thssa admitted.


    Hertha chuckled and gave a sneaky smile, "You''ve been bumping around so much that you''re


    psyching yourself out, aren''t you?"


    Thssa, who quickly got her meaning, instantly blushed and swatted Hertha''s arm in


    embarrassment, "Stop it, we''re in public. That''s not appropriate."


    Hertha was still the same, always ready with a cheeky joke. That was utterly annoying.


    "What''s the harm? We''re speaking so softly that no one else can hear," Hertha whispered back.


    From a distance, Lysander watched as Thssa and Hertha yfully bickered, theirughter and


    vibrant energy shining brightly under the sun and casting a warm glow that flickered in Lysander''s


    heart.


    "Ethan, let''s go riding," ric suggested. After proposing the idea to Ethan, he turned to Lysander,


    "How about a wager along with Donovan, Lysander? Bet on who wins between Ethan and me."


    He was challenging Ethan to a horse race.