Chapter 582
Upon receiving the photo, the bodyguard promptly forwarded it to Lysander.
At the Sinclair Group’s CEO’s office, Lysander scrutinized the image on his phone. It was a picture of three people seated at a dining table. His face was shrouded in a gloomy expression. His gaze was frosty and as cold as a winter landscape.
Meanwhile, at a restaurant, in a private dining room.
Thalassa had gone face-to-face with Bruce’s deceit and audacity!
Despite knowing that he was tricking Evelyn out of her money, he continued to sweet-talk her.
What infuriated her the most was that such a fraudulent scheme was able to operate with legitimate business licenses and paperwork.
Even if they called the police, there was little they could have done. At most, it could have been classified as a willing transaction between parties.
Seemingly oblivious to Thalassa’s rage, Bruce continued, “Thalassa, you’re Lysander’s children’s mother. You’ve beaten many women already. It would be best if you secured your own welfare. Lysander has more money than he can spend. If you don’t spend it, someone else will. Why not live a better life? If you don’t know how to spend the money, I can help you. I can help you it, buy real estate, whatever you want…”
Thalassa had reached her limit. Her fists clenched, ready to slam the table in anger.
Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open. A palpable sense of danger permeated the air as a powerful presence entered, thinning the atmosphere.
Thalassa turned towards the door to see a tall, long-legged man in a meticulously handcrafted black suit. His aura was icy and regal. He strode in, followed by several black-clad bodyguards.
The show of strength was enough to take one’s breath away.
Thalassa was stunned. What was Lysander doing there?
Before she could react, Lysander was beside her. His shadow engulfed her as his large hand grabbed her wrist. With a slight tug, she collided with his muscular chest.
Thalassa panicked, “Lysander…”
“So, you’re eager to spend my money?” Lysander’s gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing into Thalassa’s eyes.
Her pupils contracted as she hurriedly explained, “It’s not like that…”
“All of you gathered here, scheming, and you still want to deny it?” Lysander’s grip tightened as his icy aura seeped into Thalassa’s skin, causing her to feel both pain and cold.
She furrowed her brows, stating, “We have nothing to do with Bruce.”
“Thalassa, I’m your father…” Bruce hastily revealed his identity, hoping to benefit from Thalassa’s relationship with Lysander.
Why would Bruce have passed up such an opportunity?
As soon as he finished speaking, Lysander’s predatory gaze swept towards him, silencing him instantly.
Thalassa was flustered, vehemently denying, “He’s not!”
“Right, he’s not! I’ve never acknowledged him as Thalassa’s father!” Evelyn, affected by Lysander’s icy aura, was at a loss. Yet, at that critical moment, her words were firm and angry.
Bruce insisted, “You can’t change blood ties.”
“Shut up! Beat him up!” Lysander’s icy gaze bored into Bruce.
His overwhelming presence filled the room with a chilling atmosphere.
Panicked, Bruce attempted to flee but was swiftly grabbed by the approaching bodyguards, who started to beat him up.
Seeing that, Evelyn was terrified and backed against the wall, not daring to utter a word.
Thalassa looked in surprise at the brawl, but before she could see how badly Bruce was getting beaten, Lysander tightened his grip on her wrist and dragged her out of the
restaurant.
She had no chance to resist.
After being hauled to his car and tossed inside, Thalassa felt as if her wrist would break. She fell onto the car seat, and before she could sit up, Lysander’s imposing figure entered the car and shut the door with a resounding thud.
In a deep voice, he instructed his driver, “Sinclair International Hotel!”