Thalassaâs hand, poised to snatch the phone, froze mid-air. Her eyes reddened, and her fists clenched so tight they trembled as she fixed Bruce with a gaze filled with restrained ferocity. It was a wonder she didnât lunge at him in a frenzy of rage.
âThereâs a café up ahead; letâs sit down and talk,â Bruce said coolly, seemingly unaffected by Thalassaâs fuming anger. His lips were curled in an easy smile as he handed the phone back to her.
Grinding her teeth so hard they might crack, Thalassa snatched the phone and stormed off, her every step radiating suppressed fury.
Bruce, about to speak, noticed she was heading towards the café and wisely chose to save his words, following her with a self-satisfied smirk.
Once settled at a corner table, Bruce ordered an Americano and asked Thalassa if she wanted anything. She stared back icily. âI donât need coffee. What do you want to say? My time is precious, and I wonât waste it on you!â
âThalassa,â Bruce began, lifting his coffee for a sip, âafter all, thereâs some bond between us, weâre blood. Yet, you show no familial affection towards me. I suppose thatâs fair because I never did my duty by you as a father. Itâs only natural our relationship is strained.â
He could never forget how sheâd conned him out of a fortune that fateful day, leaving him dangling from a zip line, his fear so palpable it was almost a living thing. Did she have any idea how terrified heâd been? Thank goodness heâd been lucky enough to be rescued.
âBruce, if you have any shred of decency left, youâll delete that video and stay away from my mom forever!â Thalassaâs voice shook with barely contained anger, and her body taut like a coiled spring.
âNow, why would I do that?â Bruce replied, feigning innocence. âYour mom and I, we have a special connection. Sheâd miss me too much.â
Her fists clenched harder at his words, a sure sign she was about to explode with rage.
âWhat will it take for you to delete that video?â Thalassa hissed through clenched teeth.
âItâs quite simple,â Bruce said calmly, as if discussing the weather. âHelp my daughter Susan win over Lysander, make sure she becomes his girl, and Iâll delete the video of your mother.â
Thalassaâs shock was brief; she quickly regained her composure. Bruceâs intentions were transparent-
heâd seen no advantage in dealing with her, so now he wanted Susan to get close to Lysander. If Susan, his own flesh and blood, became Lysanderâs woman, Bruce could reap endless benefits through her.
Such wishful thinking!
How could she possibly allow a woman like Susan to step into her childrenâs life as a stepmother?
But with that video in Bruceâs possession, refusing was not an option. Knowing Bruceâs lack of scruples, he would undoubtedly leak it. Her mother had already attempted to take her own life once, unable to bear the scandal. If it happened again, Thalassa wasnât sure she could save her.
She couldnât risk it.
Despite her shaking body and labored breathing, confronted with Bruceâs threatening gaze, Thalassa gritted her teeth and agreed. âFine, Iâll do it. But you delete that video first. I need to see it gone before I lift a finger for Susan!â
Bruce only smiled, a calculating glint in his eye. âNow, how can I trust youâll hold up your end? No, the video stays safe with me. Once youâve done your part, and Susan is Lysanderâs girl, Iâll destroy the video once and for all.â
âHow can I trust you?â Thalassa shot back; her breathing ragged with desperation to erase the footage.
âNo deletion, no deal. I wonât help Susan without your assurance.â
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