Chapter 117

Did he really have zero feelings for her? Not even a shred of friendship?

Lysander’s gaze was as cold as ice as he said, “When you decided to do these things, you should’ve seen the consequences coming. Betraying the Sinclair group and me, you should’ve known how this would end!”

Faye felt like she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. Her tears started to pour out.

Yeah, Lysander was still the same ruthless Lysander, not showing a hint of mercy.

How could he possibly show leniency for her fundamental mistakes?

She was too naive, thinking there might be some sort of feelings from Lysander towards her.

“Why are you so hell-bent on driving Thalassa away? Got a dirty little secret?” Lysander’s hands were in his pockets, his eyes fixed on her.

Faye suddenly panicked and blurted out, “Mr. Sinclair, the reason I wanted to drive Thalassa away was because I was green with jealousy that she could be close to you. I tried everything to kick her out of the Sinclair group because I love you. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I fell for you. I’ve been quietly by your side all these years, being cautious, afraid to get one step closer. I was scared you’d get mad and kick me out. Just seeing you every day was enough for me.

But why, once Thalassa appeared, she could be so close to you, receive your hugs, even your kisses.

I’ve been by your side for a decade, three years in the military, seven as your secretary, but you never noticed me. I was jealous of her, I despised her, I was scared she would steal you away…

Faye sobbed as she spoke. Her state was a mess, far away from her usual cool elegance.

Jealousy can drive people mad.

Lysander’s face was stern; he looked at her coldly and said, “You screwed up. No excuse can justify that!”

Midnight, at the police station.

Thalassa was dozing off when the door opened, and a cop said, “Thalassa, you’ve got a visitor.”

Thalassa quickly raised her head and saw a cop by the door and a man next to him.

The man was in a sleek black suit, and his tall figure looked even more imposing.

It was Lysander!

What was he doing here?

Seeing him, Thalassa’s heart raced, and her eyes widened.

Seeing Lysander here, she was both thrilled and surprised.

Lysander was also looking at her, who was sitting by the iron bars, hugging her knees. She looked helpless and pitiful.

Her eyes were red and swollen, maybe from crying or just waking up. She looked utterly exhausted.

Suddenly, their eyes met as If time had stopped at that moment.

“Lysander, are you here to see me?” After a while, Thalassa managed to say, her voice was a bit husky.

“You can leave now,” Lysander said.

Taken aback, Thalassa said, “What?”