Ethan, with his usual playful tone, quipped, "Looks like Lysander's playing the generous host tonight, or else how would we get a piece of the pie?"
Hertha let out a laugh and said, "Since you are no longer interested in our designs, Mr. Sinclair, perhaps we shouldn't waste any more of your time."
She maintained a professional, fake smile, her round, sparkling eyes cheerfully looking at Lysander. Her words clearly suggested it was time for Lysander to leave.
Hertha was fiercely protective. Thalassa had looked after Lysander for three years, never leaving
or being careless. She was tirelessly seeking out doctors to cure Lysander's ailment. Yet, as soon as Lysander got better, he had Thalassa ousted from Royal Estates without so much as a goodbye.
He was not even willing to see her face.
Hertha felt it was unjust for Thalassa, feeling a sense of indignation on her behalf. So, her mind was filled with bias while seeing Lysander.
"Who said I don't want your company's designs?" Lysander countered, his deep gaze shifting from Hertha to Thalassa. His gaze was deep as a slight smile formed on his lips, his voice low and magnetic, "A designer who used to be a secretary surely must bring interesting works."
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, knowing Lysander was referring to her. At this moment, she couldn't decipher Lysander's intentions. He had previously dismissed her design proposals, yet now he found them 'interesting.'
Under Lysander's oceanic gaze, Thalassa felt her heart pounding, and she was uncomfortably on edge.
"I apologize, I need to use the restroom. Excuse me for a moment," she said, her voice tight.
She stood up.
Noticing Thalassa's pale complexion, Hertha said, "Thalassa, let me come with you."
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