Sweat, Strength, Success
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Chapter 1522Thalassa was on edge about Hertha’s blunt nature, worried she might blurt out something earth-
shattering. Quickly, she clinked glasses 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?”
Thalassa was trying to steer the conversation away from any potential deal-breakers. After all, the
Crawley Group and the Sinclair 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.
Thalassa 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 Alaric for the same unaltered plans.
Indeed, Lysander’s moods could change on a dime.
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Hertha, with her eyes wide with excitement, caught on and eagerly chimed in, “Oh yes, I’d
absolutely love to go horseback riding. Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Ethan, Alar… 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 glass, Hertha, with a playful nod to the
gentlemen, grabbed Thalassa and headed for the racecourse.Once they were a bit away, Thalassa 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.”
Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org”But your health…” Thalassa fretted.
“Don’t worry, my brain is nearly mended. I’ll pick a gentle horse and take it slow,” Hertha reassured
her.
“Alright,” Thalassa conceded.
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“Are you joining in?” Hertha asked.
Thalassa shook her head, “I’m too scared.”
“No worries, I’ll lead, and you can follow. Take it slow and easy,” Hertha encouraged.
“I’d rather not. I can’t handle the bouncing,” Thalassa admitted.
Hertha chuckled and gave a sneaky smile, “You’ve been bumping around so much that you’re
psyching yourself out, aren’t you?”
Thalassa, 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 Thalassa and Hertha playfully bickered, their laughter and
vibrant energy shining brightly under the sun and casting a warm glow that flickered in Lysander’s
heart.
“Ethan, let’s go riding,” Alaric 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.
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