Seeing Lysander perk up, Isabella knew she had his interest.
It seemed like she picked the right topic.
A sense of victory danced in her heart, but she crushed it down, forcing out an air of regret. "Back then, Thalassa broke up with her university boyfriend. She was devastated and even ended up with depression, so she had to drop out. I tried to talk some sense into her, asked her if any guy was worth her future. But she said she loved him too much, and people who hasn't loved deeply won't understand."
Isabella went on, detailing Thalassa's past relationships with Leopold.
Men couldn't stand their women having a history with other guys.
If she was this miserable, why should Thalassa get to soar high and be the envy of all?
Isabella was hell-bent on wrecking Lysander's good impression of Thalassa.
Once she spilled, Lysander's handsome face turned icy, his gaze cold enough to freeze the world.
The atmosphere in the room turned frosty, the air seeming to solidify.
Sensing Lysander's anger, David quickly wheeled Isabella out. “You've talked too much. The last chatterbox got sent to the hospital and was sedated without being able to speak for a month. People who blabber too much might meet a severe punishment."
Fear gripped Isabella, promptly shutting her up.
David wheeled her out of the office. He released the wheelchair and said flatly, “Elevator's that way. See yourself out.”
As David was about to leave, Isabella stopped him.
“David, do you think Mr. Sinclair will forgive me?”
David answered, “If I were you, I wouldn't ask any questions or say anymore. I'd leave as quickly as possible and never show up in front of Mr. Sinclair again.”
The warning in David's words was clear.
Isabella nodded. Then she took the elevator, and left.
“Achoo!”
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