Chapter 638
Lysander’s pouring of coffee paused, his eyes shifting over to Payne. “If we’re to find the most compelling evidence to convince my grandfather, we need to check if my grandmother’s body has Evelyn’s fingerprints on it. My grandfather has a guy guarding her remains. He wouldn’t let anyone get near.”
His words were a silent agreement to let Payne investigate.
Payne studied him, his gaze thoughtful. “I mean, she bore you four kids. I knew you can’t be that heartless.”
At these words, a cold aura radiated from Lysander, his eyes coolly sweeping Payne. “I’m doing this for my grandmother.”
Payne chuckled, “Okay, okay, it’s for your grandmother. Actually, we don’t need to touch your grandmother’s remains. I just need her clothes from the day of the incident would do.”
Lysander took a sip of his coffee, and responded with a deep voice, “Alright.”
After speaking with Payne, who had to leave for work, Lysander finished his coffee. As he stepped out of the café, a woman hurriedly blocked his path. She had a heart-shaped face with a sharp chin, big eyes, a cute, upturned nose, and a slender, curvaceous figure. She had the typical influencer look, not very recognizable among a crowd of pretty
women.
Lysander looked at her, displeased.
“Lysander, it’s me, Charlotte Ravensong. Caleb Ravensong, the CEO of Ravensong Group, is my father,” Charlotte introduced herself, noticing Lysander’s lack of recognition.
Feeling dejected and upset, she thought about the numerous times they had met, yet he couldn’t recognize her. She wondered if she mattered to him at all.
She was supposed to be his future wife, yet he couldn’t remember her.
Lysander’s eyes lowered, his intimidating aura filling the air, “What is it?”
Seeing Lysander acknowledge her and engage in conversation, Charlotte’s spirits lifted, her confidence restored. “I saw Thalassa at the event just now. She was getting chummy with a man. She was about to toast with him when she pretended to stumble and fell into his arms. I happened to witness this and was disgusted by her behavior.”
As she spoke fervently, she met Lysander’s deep gaze. His eyes were filled with a cold chill that made Charlotte’s heart skip a beat.
Was Lysander angry? Because of Thalassa’s actions?
Charlotte felt a sense of satisfaction. She hoped to reveal Thalassa’s true character to Lysander, inciting his disgust and prompting him to kick Thalassa out.
“I’ve always felt that Thalassa was playing both sides. She’s a flirt, always looking out for the next target. The way she lures men is so low, using their sympathy to throw herself at them. Lysander, she flirts with every man she sees. She clearly doesn’t respect you.”
“Are you done?” Lysander glanced at her coldly before striding away.
Panicking, Charlotte hurried after him. “Lysander, don’t you believe me? Everything I said is true.”
Lysander ignored her.
Charlotte quickened her pace to keep up with him but no matter what she said, Lysander remained indifferent. Defeated and frustrated, she wondered why Lysander still didn’t dislike Thalassa even after all she had done.
What was so great about Thalassa?