Chapter 381
For Thalassa, the sum was astronomical.
She was greatly worried that Lysander would demand compensation.
Lysander’s eyes were icy, his gaze deep and cold. “It seems you have been doing your homework. Are you prepared to compensate?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Thalassa felt as if her nerves were stretched to their breaking point. She looked at him, her eyes full of helplessness and innocence. She didn’t dare to answer, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t afford to compensate him.
Lysander saw her panic and helplessness. With a cold huff, he stood up and ascended the stairs of the extravagant Sinclair mansion.
Gathering her courage, Thalassa asked, “Mr. Sinclair, may i leave now?”
She was only left with the sight of Lysander’s cold and unfeeling silhouette.
Feeling dejected, Thalassa lowered her gaze.
After a while, as she sat on the luxurious couch, Fitch, the Sinclair family’s loyal butler, brought a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her. “Ms. Everhart, please have some soup. After you finish, you may leave.”
At this, Thalassa’s head shot up, her eyes filled with hope. “He agreed?”
Fitch simply nodded and left to attend to his own duties,
Ecstatic, Thalassa quickly finished the soup and hastily made her way out of the mansion.
Once outside of the opulent Royal Estates, Thalassa realized that the area was exclusive to the wealthy, with no public transportation or taxis. She would have to walk a distance before she could hail a taxi.
As she was about to do so, a royal blue BMW pulled up beside her, effectively blocking her path.
A man stepped out, his appearance neat and proper. He was dressed in a black suit, much like a professional chauffeur. He stopped a step away from her and handed her the keys to the car. “Ms. Everhart, you may drive yourself home.”
Recognizing the car as the one Lysander had gifted her previously, Thalassa was taken aback. “Why?” She asked.
“Mr. Sinclair said the car is yours. If you refuse, the consequences will be serious,” he said.
Thalassa was speechless.
The car, along with the bespoke dress she was still wearing, were all gifts from Lysander. She had returned them in an attempt to sever her ties with him. Now, they were back in her possession and she had no power to refuse. It seemed Lysander was asserting his claim over her in no uncertain terms.
Feeling powerless, Thalassa accepted the keys. She climbed into the car and drove away.
Upon returning to her rented apartment, she excitedly swung the door open, calling out, “I’m back!” Only to be met with an empty, silent room. No one was home.