Chapter 40

Her plan was foolproof, and with Isabella playing the cover-up game, Lysander hadn’t had an inkling over the past five years.

Surprisingly, this dame Thalassa had the nerve to approach Lysander.

Recently, Lysander began to question if the woman from five years ago was indeed pushing up daisies Faye was getting more and more jittery on the inside.

There were a few opportunities to give Thalassa the boot, but she missed the boat every time.

Caught up in her thoughts, Faye noticed Lysander looking her way Matching his intense gaze, she snapped out of it and quickly stowed away her admiration for him.

She strolled over, her voice soft. “Mr. Sinclair, if there’s nothing else, you can carry on. I’ll take care of the coffee cups.”

She moved over to the small table and started clearing out the used coffee cups.

Lysander shifted his gaze back to his papers, his voice low. “Leave the small stuff to the janitors. You can start your three-day leave now”

Faye froze mid-coffee cup clean-up and turned to look at Lysander, her usual alpha female demeanor faded, her eyes pleading, “Mr. Sinclair, I’ve just sent someone to dig up info on the lady from Hollowbrook And I’ll take my leave tomorrow once I get the news”

“Fine,” was Lysander’s one-word reply, without looking up Faye quietly continued cleaning the table, sneaking glances at Lysander.

Not only was the man a looker, but his demeanor was also commanding and upright, radiating masculine charm.

It probably had something to do with his past military days.

In terms of demeanor, he was in a league of his own Just as Faye was lost in thought. David knocked and walked in. He went straight to the desk and said.

“Mr. Sinclair, the fashion show can go on as planned in three days, these are the design drafts and plans.”

He placed the files on the desk Lysander glanced at the files and murmured, “Zephyr will be there; you must make sure everything goes without a hitch”

“Alright, Mr. Sinclair, David accepted the order, about to leave when the office door was knocked, and a woman’s voice asked timidly, “Hello, I’m Hertha, the mother of those four kids. I’m here to make amends and apologize.”

Without shutting the door, the woman stood at the entrance.

David looked towards the door, there stood a woman in a beige dress, a ponytail, a bit chubby, round eyes, about 53, looking quite adorable.

Is she the mother of those four kids?

She looked around the office curiously, as if she were surprised by the posh surroundings.

David looked at Lysander, who was engrossed in his papers, oblivious to the woman.

David thought Since she was here, he cant let her feel awkward, right?

So he said. If you re here to make amends, come in What are you standing at the door for? Waiting for a red carpet?”

Hertha gawked, snapped back to reality, and quickly nodded, “Oh, okay”

She toted her bag and walked in. She came to the desk, and the sight of Lysander’s face and his cold demeanor made her gasp. She was so nervous that she didn’t know what to say Some people had such a presence that she was lost for words just looking at them.

Faye didn’t like Hertha ogling Lysander; she said impatiently, “Weren’t you here to apologize? What are you dazing for?”

Hertha came to her senses, blinked, and bowed deeply to Lysander, stuttering, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m sorry.

I’m apologizing on behalf of my kids. They said you were their dad to avoid being scammed; I hope you won’t take it to heart!

Hearing her words, Faye was immediately on edge She was about to speak when Thalassa, who had just finished cleaning the secretary’s office, walked in.

Hertha turned at the sound and saw Thalassa. She was so relieved to see a familiar face that she blurted out, Thalassa, you’re here too? That’s great”

Thalassa?

Lysander looked up at the sound, then his deep gaze turned gloomy.