Chapter 484

Lysander’s gaze was deep and his aura was icy cold as he stared at Bruce.

“Mr. Sinclair, as a matter of fact…” Bruce began in a worried tone.

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly chimed in, “Elowen is my best friend Hertha’s child. I took her to the mall and she was interested in the gourmet competition; she insisted on participating, and I couldn’t stop her. It’s just the kid showing interest in this area so I don’t deserve any credit. You really don’t need to thank me, Mr. Bruce.”

As Thalassa looked at Bruce, her eyes sparkling with a warning and anger directed at him.

He understood the message in her eyes.

He swallowed his words, his tone pleading, “Mr. Sinclair, are you unhappy with me?”

“Get out!” Lysander tightened his chiseled face; he seethed his teeth, and his body was burning with fury; he had no patience left for Bruce.

It would take extreme restraint to stop himself from killing that man!

Bruce had no direct responsibility for the accident that killed his parents, and the police ruled it as an accidental death, so he escaped legal responsibility.

But the root cause was him!

If he wasn’t a veteran, he would definitely kill Bruce, a man with no integrity!

Bruce could hear his burning rage, his desire to kill him under his restrained tone.

Not daring to hang around any longer, he stumbled out of the conference room in fear.

After Bruce left, the room fell silent. The remaining people were sweating in fear, sitting rigidly, not even daring to wipe their sweat.

Lysander took a deep breath to calm himself, then waved his hand, “Meeting adjourned!”

Like given a reprieve, everyone rushed towards the door, afraid that being last would make them a target.

In no time, only Thalassa and Lysander were left in the conference room.

Thalassa’s emotions were a roller coaster.

When Bruce mentioned Elowen, she knew that Bruce was about to betray her to curry favor with Lysander.

Luckily, she had interrupted him in time.

Although he was gone, Thalassa remained on high alert. The person she was dealing with was Lysander, not someone easily fooled.

If he grew suspicious, she was done for.

The air was heavy with a cold, oppressive threat.

Thalassa felt a heavy pressure on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She tried to relax, appearing less panicked.

In the role of a secretary, she asked, “Mr. Sinclair, you’ve accomplished such an important task so early in the morning. I learn so much by your side; one day with you is worth a year at school.”

She wasn’t flattering or buttering him up, she was stating a fact.

Lysander’s methods and style weren’t in any textbooks.

Working with him for a day, witnessing his decisive and resolute methods could not only broaden one’s horizons but also gain practical experience.

That was a rare, valuable experience.

Lysander turned around; he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled with force.

Her body lowered, his large hand gripping her waist. He hoisted her onto the conference table, lifting her chin; his deep eyes focused on her, “Disappointed now that he’s fired, huh?”

His finger traced her neck, gently rubbing her jawline, amplifying the oppressive danger.

Thalassa’s body was taut. She shook her head, “No, you’ve done what I wanted to do.”

Letting someone like Bruce get his way would only encourage him more because he was a man who always pushed his luck.

The gourmet competition gave him a taste of success, so his greed surfaced; he even started threatening her.

She only regretted her lack of power to suppress Bruce.

But Lysander acted.

Watching Bruce slink away in defeat gave Thalassa a great sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, she remembered Lysander saying in the car yesterday that someone would be in trouble.