Cuteness Unleashed
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Chapter 1601
No matter if he stood up or not, Payton Sinclair was always going to cling to the CEO position at Sinclair Enterprises like it was his birthright, and he wasn’t about to let go. Worse, he was intent on sidelining him, cutting him off from any ties to Sinclair Enterprises. His earlier words had made that painfully clear.
“Your cousin’s got nothing on you when it comes to business. Ever since he took over Sinclair Enterprises three years ago, the company hasn’t collapsed, but it’s been bleeding money. Sinclair Enterprises used to be top dog, but now it’s been overtaken by Draven Group’s curiosity shop, slipping to second place. At this rate, Sinclair Enterprises will be bled dry. For the sake of the company, he’ll come around eventually. No need to rush it,” Zephyr said.
“By the way, did your cousin mention you and David are working on a jewelry project?” Zephyr zeroed in on the key point, asking Lysander Sinclair. “How far along is the project?”
“We’ve purchased the designs, and the production process is all set up. We’re about to start manufacturing the final products.” Lysander didn’t hold back when it came to work.
“You bought the designs? Which designer? You know, in the jewelry business, the designer’s fame is everything. A piece of jewelry branded with a well-known designer’s name can skyrocket in both price and sales,” Zephyr expressed his concern.
He hoped this project would pave the way for Lysander’s smooth return to Sinclair Enterprises.
“The designer is Thalassa Everhart,” Lysander said. Ads by PubFuture
“Thalassa, doesn’t ring any bells as a famous designer…” Zephyr pondered for a moment, then something clicked, and his expression darkened. He looked sharply at Lysander, “This Thalassa, she wouldn’t happen to be the mother of your child, would she?”
“That’s her,” Lysander confirmed.
“Ridiculous!” Zephyr slammed his coffee mug down, glaring at Lysander. “You’re treating a major project like child’s play. What are you thinking?” “Who said anything about child’s play?” Lysander countered.
“Thalassa didn’t even finish college. I mean, it’s one thing for her to have been a secretary; almost anyone can be trained for that. But now we’re talking about a designer, a role that requires technical skill. She doesn’t have a college degree, how can she possibly design? By buying her designs, aren’t you just funneling money to her?” Zephyr’s hawk-like eyes clouded over as he stared at Lysander, his breathing uneven with anger. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
“She took care of me for three years and even found a doctor to cure my illness. Doesn’t she deserve to be paid?” Lysander responded calmly, though his words shocked Zephyr causing him to gasp as if a lie had been exposed, leaving him
breathless. “During those the vela
years, Rosalind Whitman was studying abroad. She did take care of me for a short period after returning, but considering Rosalind and I were engaged, it made more sense to say she was the one
looking after me all along.” Content
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Zephyr knew he couldn’t keep the secret forever. Lysander was too sharp, too intelligent.
“So, you arranged for Rosalind to stay by my side, bribed the servants at Royal Estates to all say it was Rosalind taking care of me, and made Thalassa disappear after she learned I was in a coma? And you barred her from entering Royal Estates?” Lysander pressed Zephyr.
The tension in the air was palpable, as if it could solidify.
Fitch and the other servants, upon hearing Lysander’s questioning, bowed their heads in fear, trembling, daring not to breathe too loudly.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Zephyr took a moment to compose
himself before saying, “If it hadn’t
been for her you wouldn’t have been so severely injured in the first place leading to your coma. Her taking care of you for three years was her way of making amends. Once you woke up, there was no reason for her to stay at Royal Estates. I had the servants pack her things, sparing her the trouble of doing it herself to avoid any further hardship.” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Zephyr was speaking his truth.
After all, there was no future for Thalassa and Lysander, so why bother dwelling on it?
Lysander felt a pang in his heart, his gaze sharpening. “What did you say?”
The day he woke up, it wasn’t Thalassa who left Royal Estates of her own accord; it was Zephyr who had her belongings thrown out and had her kicked out?
A surge of emotion, too complex to name, raced through Lysander’s heart. He turned to David and ordered, “Get the car ready. We’re going to Star Harbor Villa!”
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