Chapter 647

She didn’t dare look back.

It was only her and Lysander in the office. Who else could have pressed the button and opened the door?

Once she stepped out of the office, the glass door closed behind her.

She glanced back instinctively, but was met with her sheer reflection from the glass door. She couldn’t see anything inside.

So, it was a one-way glass. From inside, one could see the outside, but from outside, nothing could be seen inside.

No wonder Lysander wasn’t bothered about being seen. She was worried about nothing.

Still despite the false alarm, Thalassa didn’t dare linger and briskly walked away.

A little while after Thalassa had left, David arrived. He rang the doorbell, and the door was promptly opened.

Upon entering and finding no trace of Thalassa, he looked slightly puzzled but didn’t ask any questions.

“Mr. Sinclair, we just received word from Captain Payne. They’ve lifted fingerprints from Sybil’s clothing and compared them with Evelyn’s. They don’t match.” He reported while standing by Lysander’s desk.

In other words, Evelyn never touched Grandma Sybil, let alone pushed her.

Lysander lifted his gaze from the documents in front of him and looked at David as he responded with a low “Mm-hmm.”

David nodded, then exited the office.

Thalassa took a cab back to the Crawley Group, first returning to the secretary’s office.

As soon as she arrived, Betty couldn’t wait to ask her about how her mission went. “How did it go? Did you complete the task?”

Thalassa shook her head.

Betty patted her shoulder. “Don’t lose hope. Try a few more times; you might just succeed.”

Thalassa was startled.

She had barely made it out alive from her first visit. How could she muster the strength to try a few more times?

It was supposed to be a suicide mission.

“Hey, what happened to your lips? They look swollen. It’s like someone bit you.” Betty’s curiosity piqued as her gaze fell on Thalassa’s swollen lips.

Thalassa, alarmed, instinctively touched her burning lips and quickly thought of a plausible explanation.

“The lunch I had was too spicy. It made my lips swell.”

It was all Lysander’s fault. Why did he have to be so rough?

If she hadn’t fought back, her tongue might have been bitten off.

It was truly a terrifying experience. Just the thought of it made her shudder.

“Then you should avoid spicy food in the future. Don’t torture yourself.” Betty kindly advised her.

“Yeah, I will”

Just then, the phone in the office rang, so Betty promptly answered it. “Alright, I’ll let her know.”

After hanging up, Betty turned to Thalassa. “Mr. Ethan is asking for you in his office.”

“Okay.” Thalassa rose to her feet.

“Wait.” Betty stopped her, gesturing towards a file on the desk. “Bring the contract with you. Mr. Ethan probably wants to discuss the contract signing.”

Thalassa took a deep breath as she picked up the file. “I’ll report back.”

“Explain everything clearly to Mr. Ethan. He’s a reasonable man,” Betty kindly advised her again.

“Thanks, Betty.”

Thalassa, contract in hand, made her way to Ethan’s office. “Mr. Ethan, you wanted to see me?”

Ethan had just finished signing a contract. He put down his pen and looked up at Thalassa. “How did it go? What did Lysander say?”

Thalassa apologized. “Mr. Ethan, I lack the authority and influence to make a difference with Mr.

Sinclair’s. I’m sorry I couldn’t complete the task.”

“You lack authority and influence? That’s impossible.” Ethan was surprised. “Let me see the contract.”