Chapter 877
Ever since Charlotte discovered that her grandfather and Lysander’s grandfather had once verbally agreed to betroth them to each other, she had clung to this engagement, proclaiming herself to be Lysander’s fiancee..
And Zephyr had never denied it.
It was with Zephyr’s silent agreement that Charlotte had always publicly claimed to be Lysander’s betrothed..
But now, the last shred of connection she had with Lysander was severed by Zephyr’s own words.
From now on, Charlotte had nothing to do with Lysander.
She had plotted and schemed to eliminate all other women from Lysander’s life, hoping to finally have a chance to stand by his side, perhaps even as his wife.
But her carefully laid plans had backfired and now, even the faintest of connections was cut off by Zephyr himself.
The blow was too much for Charlotte, and she staggered backwards, her body shaking.
Seeing the determination in Zephyr’s eyes, she knew that pleading with him was futile. Tearfully, she looked towards Amelia, hoping to grab her arm and beg for her help.
But before she could touch Amelia, Amelia stepped back in disgust, avoiding her touch. “It’s true what they say. You never really know someone,” Amelia said scornfully. “I gave you that bracelet out of kindness and you used it for ill intentions. Stay away from me! I don’t want your bad luck rubbing off on me.”
Charlotte stood frozen, tears trickling down her cheeks. She bit her lip, looking at Amelia with a mixture of hurt and anger, wanting to say something but stopping herself at the warning look in Amelia’s eyes. She swallowed her bitterness, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.
Lysander instructed his bodyguards, “Please escort Ms. Ravensong out, and ensure she is not allowed at any Sinclair family events in the future.”
The bodyguards nodded, immediately moving towards Charlotte to escort her out.
Charlotte took a step back and shouted, “Don’t touch me!”
Her tearful eyes filled with resentment and defiance as she looked at Lysander. She was trembling, but her voice was firm. “Lysander, I am the woman who loves you the most. You will regret this,” she said, then turned and left.
The bodyguards did not follow her.
Richard, who had been watching the scene, hesitated for a moment before following Charlotte out.
Lysander’s cold gaze then fell on Susan.
The video had revealed Susan as an accomplice in the plot against Thalassa. Susan was nervous, wondering what her fate would
Feeling the weight of Lysander’s icy stare, her heart skipped a beat.
“Throw her out!” Lysander commanded.
The bodyguards instantly grabbed Susan by the shoulders and forcefully led her out.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, be gentle…” Susan whimpered, her shoulder felt like it was about to be crushed. Tears of pain welled up in her
eyes.
But the bodyguards showed no mercy. They dragged her out of the banquet hall and threw her onto the concrete sidewalk.
Susan fell to the ground, scraping her knees and palms on the rough pavement.
“Get lost! Don’t make me use force,” one of the bodyguards said coldly.
Susan clenched her fists, her face distorted with hatred.
Lysander had gone to great lengths to protect Thalassa. He had found out the truth and not only broken off his engagement with Charlotte, but also thrown Susan out,
He had not even given her a shred of dignity.
Right now, she felt as humiliated as a dog that had been thrown out onto the street.
It was all because Lysander was too protective of Thalassa!
In the end, it was all Thalassa’s fault!
Susan vowed to take Thalassa’s place, to stand by Lysander’s side, to be his woman, and to be cherished by him!
At the banquet.