Chapter 639
As they exited the venue, Lysander was about to get into his car when Charlotte clenched her fists, seething with anger. She called out to his retreating figure, “Lysander, if you don’t believe what happened back there today, I have more explicit evidence. Actual pictures!”
Charlotte couldn’t wait any longer. She rushed forward, blocking the car door, preventing him from getting in.
Lysander’s sharp gaze fell on her, his aura overpowering and icy.
Charlotte felt her heart pounding in fear, but she didn’t step back. She feigned calmness, took out her smartphone, and brought up the photos.
Holding the phone up in front of Lysander, she said, “I was at a restaurant that day, and I saw Leopold and Thalassa in the restroom. Thalassa wasn’t resisting; she even seemed to be enjoying it. To avoid the photos getting deleted like last time, I didn’t confront them, so I still have the photos. I didn’t want to show you, but you didn’t believe me.”
That day at a restaurant, Charlotte was dining with her friends. She noticed Thalassa and Ethan had also come to the restaurant to discuss work with Leopold. Charlotte kept an eye on them, and when Thalassa went to the restroom, Leopold followed.
She stealthily followed them, and when she saw them hugging, she quickly hid behind a wall, peeped out her smartphone, and took a photo.
A while back, she had seen Thalassa and Leopold at a restaurant, their actions intimate. She took a photo, flaunting it in front of them and threatening to show it to Lysander.
But Leopold and Thalassa teamed up to delete the photos from her phone.
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When she told Lysander about Thalassa and Leopold, she was accused of slandering Thalassa.
This time, Charlotte was smarter. She showed the photos straight to Lysander.
With the evidence right in front of him, Lysander surely can’t deny it this time.
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Lysander stared at the phone screen. The photo showed Thalassa with her eyes closed, looking sad. Her hands were hanging by her side, showing no intention of pushing Leopold away.
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Leopold was holding her from behind, his cheek against hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, his expression regretful and sorrowful.
The photo was reminiscent of a scene in a TV drama, where two lovers meet after a long separation, their excitement at reuniting and the happiness and sadness of their
embrace.
Both Thalassa’s expression and Leopold’s look of finally holding the woman he loved were like daggers to Lysander’s eyes.
A wave of irritation rose within him. The air around him seemed to freeze, turning icy cold.
Charlotte was scared, her voice trembling slightly. “Lysander…”
“Get out of my sight!” Lysander bit out, his voice ice-cold.
Charlotte’s hand, holding the phone, began to tremble. “Lysander, this is real. It’s not photoshopped…”
“Leave!” Lysander roared, his voice filled with rage.
Charlotte’s phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. She didn’t have time to pick it up as she fled in terror.
It was too scary. She feared for her life if she stayed even a second longer.
Charlotte quickly disappeared from Lysander’s sight.
Lysander picked up the phone from the ground, glancing at the photo again. His aura was chillingly intense.
His eyes were filled with anger. He clenched the phone with his slender fingers until his knuckles turned pale.
The next second, the phone screen shattered, the photo on it tearing apart.
Both Thalassa and Leopold’s faces were obscured by the cracks, their expressions unreadable.