Chapter 391

Thalassa was in dumb silence.

Big bosses were always different. When they were in high spirits, they showered others with expensive gifts, using it as a measure of their mood.

And when they were not, they used others as an outlet for their frustration.

“Mr. Sinclair, you could give this to your fiancee,” Thalassa suggested.

She didn’t have the luxury of enjoying his gifts.

No sooner had she said this than she felt a chill creeping up her spine, like being dropped into an icy cellar with cold air swirling around her.

A shiver ran down Thalassa’s spine. She realized she had misspoken and was about to make amends.

But his warning came in a frosty and icy tone, “Don’t even think about getting close to Leopold. You won’t escape. Stay in line, and you’ll suffer less, understand?”

His intimidating cold words sent a chill down Thalassa’s spine, her heart constricting. The sense of danger was so intense, and she quickly nodded, “I understand.”

Hmm, get back to work,” Lysander finally let her go., Thalassa hurriedly got up, made a quick curtsy, and bolted out of the office like she was escaping.

She suddenly felt a kinship with the people who had to tread carefully around their monarchs, like treading around a tiger.

It was absolutely terrifying.

A small slip and she could be eaten alive.

For the rest of the day, Thalassa dared not venture close to the CEO’s office.

Finally, the end of the workday arrived.

Thalassa was quick to make her escape.

She hopped into her car and headed for home.

Her phone, left on the passenger seat, rang. She was wearing her Bluetooth headset and didn’t bother to check the caller ID before answering. Thalassa, help me! Leopold has gone mad. He’s driving the car and it’s on fire, but he refuses to stop. He says he wants to die with me!”

Isabella’s voice echoed in the car. It was filled with fear, anxiety, and panic.

Hearing her words, Thalassa felt her heart tighten, “Tell him to stop the car and put out the fire. This isn’t a joke.”

“I’m going to hand him the phone. He won’t listen to me,” Isabella cried, on the verge of tears.

She switched to speakerphone so that Leopold could hear as she pleaded, “Leopold, can you hear me? Thalassa is telling you to stop the car and put out the fire. Please, don’t do this.”

Leopold’s eyes were bloodshot, his face a mask of agony. His eyes held a desperate cruelty as he hissed, “Isabella, you vile woman. You’ve ruined my life. Today, we die together!”

Everything was Isabella’s fault. She had ruined his love and shattered his future.

He loved Thalassa deeply, a love that ran so deep it was etched in his bones.

He and Thalassa were supposed to be in love and marry each other. They could have had a beautiful future together.

But all of that was destroyed by Isabella’s meddling. Her cruel and cunning schemes not only led to her sleeping with him five years ago but also drugging him, leading to his unconsciousness and bringing him to a hotel room.

Then came the crushing blow. Thalassa and Lysander arrived, and he was forced to watch as Lysander kissed Thalassa.

Forced to realize that Thalassa’s boyfriend was Lysander!

The woman he loved dearly was about to become his uncle’s wife.

All his hopes and love were strangled, leaving him in despair and agony. He felt a pain that tore at his heart.

Death didn’t seem so scary in the face of such pain.

He would make Isabella pay, even if it cost him his life.

Leopold’s voice was filled with hatred and despair. Thalassa’s heart clenched.

“Leopold, don’t do anything stupid. It’s not worth risking your life for a woman like that,” she pleaded desperately.