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Chapter 120
The more Lysander thought about it, the more it got under his skin.
He liked this woman, Thalassa, but he just couldn’t get on board with her way of thinking.
What really ticked him off was how her family knew about her actions but didn’t do anything to stop her.
They let her do all sorts of shady stuff for the sake of money.
Whether it was her record of getting nabbed for stealing, her way of making a buck by seducing men to
buy drinks in bars, or her scheme of first reeling in John at the Sinclair group, then setting her sights on
him, it was all about the dough.
The record of theft must’ve been because she saw value in the stuff she swiped.
Her tactic of seducing men to sell drinks was a quick money-making gig. After all, men were suckers for
a pretty face and a stiff drink. Combine the two, and they were putty in her hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo reel in the men, she’d hike up her skirt a bit and give a little glimpse of her cleavage, and just like
that, she’d sell a bottle of booze.
Making money was as simple as that. And the whole thing with John was just so she could avoid the
grunt work, letting John palm off the heavy lifting to someone else.
After all, John was the head of security and had a bit of pull when it came to assigning the janitorial
work.
Thalassa saw this and decided to sweet-talk him into letting her handle the top floor cleaning, bagging
a cool 18k a month without breaking a sweat. She was one cunning lady.
As for her designs on him, she was looking to get frisky, which would make it even easier for her to get
her hands on his cash.
She was using all her smarts on men.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was Celia’s cousin, grew up with Celia, had the same upbringing, lived
in the same environment, and even kind of looked like Celia, Lysander wouldn’t give her the time of
day.
And she actually thought his words earlier were compliments.
He had never met someone this dense before.
Lysander suddenly felt that talking with her here was a complete waste of his time.
He loosened his grip on her chin, withdrew his hand, and chuckled lightly. “I’ve seen narcissists, but
never one like you.”
With that, he turned and walked away.
Thalassa was left puzzled. How was she being narcissistic?
Did she ask the wrong question?
Seeing Lysander getting into his car, she hurried over and asked, “Mr. Sinclair, could you give me a lift
home?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was late, no buses were running, and there were no taxis around. The police station was also in a
remote location with po cars passing by.
Thalassa was eager to get back to her four kids.
She was worried that if she got home too late, her mom and aunt would be concerned.
The quickest way home was to get a ride from Lysander. If she missed this chance, she didn’t know
how long she’d have to wait.
Lysander glanced at her and said, “Hop in.”
Thalassa quickly said, “Thank you, Mr. Sinclair. You’re not only good looking but also efficient.”
She opened the door and got in.
Lysander started the engine and drove off.
Soon, they arrived at Thalassa’s neighborhood. After Thalassa got off, Lysander drove away.
Watching the black car quickly disappear from view, Thalassa suddenly realized something.
Ah, she seemed to have forgotten to tell Lysander her address, but he still managed to drop her off
precisely at her neighborhood.
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