Chapter 662

Upon hearing Betty’s query, Thalassa guiltily averted her gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she chuckled softly.

“Perhaps Mr. Ethan has worked his magic again.” She suggested.

A light bulb seemed to go off in Betty’s mind. “Right! Mr. Ethan attended the funeral of Mr. Sinclair’s grandmother yesterday. He must have a good relationship with Mr. Sinclair. It’s a small deal, and with Mr. Ethan on the case, it’s as good as done.”

Thalassa’s lips twitched into a smile. “Indeed.”

“It seems I underestimated the Sinclair Group.” Betty mused, regretting having doubted Ethan Crawley’s judgment. “I shouldn’t have questioned Mr. Ethan’s decision to collaborate with them.”

Betty was kicking herself for her previous misgivings. She had assumed that because the Sinclair Group did not deal in electronics, they would not have the necessary facilities to properly collaborate with them. She thought the partnership was merely a way for the Sinclair Group to serve as a middleman and source out factories from elsewhere.

How narrow-minded of her.

“Speaking of which, this Mr. Sinclair is rather impressive.” She continued. “Just two months ago, he acquired the electronics company, Leossa Tech. Now, thanks to his collaboration with Mr. Ethan, its factory can help the Crawley Group manufacture mobile phones.”

As Betty spoke, she busied herself with organizing some documents. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she turned to Thalassa with her curiosity piqued. “Hey, this Leossa Tech. There’s a ‘ssa’ in the name. Does it have anything to do with you?”

Taken aback, Thalassa was quick to deny any connection. “Of course not! If I owned a company, do you think I’d still be working here?”

Betty nodded, accepting her explanation. “Fair point.”

“Pack up quickly. We’re about to leave.” Betty urged.

“Right.” Thalassa responded and hastily tidied up her workspace.

Life was indeed unpredictable. Lysander had bought Leopold’s company and was now using it to manufacture phones for him. To Thalassa, this was as absurd as dating someone’s girlfriend, only to have them start calling her their aunt.

Upon this realization, Thalassa felt a surge of sympathy for both Leopold and herself.

Thalassa, Ethan, and Betty arrived at the Leossa Tech factory, where workers were busy unloading raw materials from trucks.

Ethan led Thalassa and Betty on a tour of the factory. Since the products were being manufactured for the Crawley Group, the responsibility for any issues would fall on them. Thus, Ethan insisted on meticulously verifying the quality of each piece of equipment as well as all the facilities in the factory.

Despite trusting Lysander, Ethan was meticulous and liked to personally ensure everything was in order.

As the factory manager guided Ethan around, Thalassa and Betty followed behind. They were passing through a workshop when suddenly, a hand reached out, grabbing Thalassa’s arm and pulling her aside.

Startled, Thalassa was about to scream when a familiar, serious voice reassured her. “Thalassa, it’s me.”

After recognizing that it was Leopold, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief. “What are you doing here?” She asked after glancing back at Ethan and Betty, who had not yet noticed her disappearance.

Leopold was standing in front of a machine, using it to shield them from view.

“This used to be my factory, so I just came to check on it.” He replied. “I was planning to start a retail business and didn’t want to collaborate with the Sinclair Group, but Ethan still contracted it out to them.”

Leopold’s brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t want to mix his business with Lysander, just as he didn’t want Thalassa to be involved with Lysander. But in the end, the outcome left him heartbroken and helpless.

Thalassa understood Leopold’s feelings and tried to softly comfort him. “The Crawley Group’s factory was temporarily shut down due to quality control issues, but it will be back up and running in a week.

From then on, you’ll be dealing with the Crawley Group, not the Sinclair Group.”

Leopold’s determination to start anew warmed Thalassa’s heart.