Chapter 40

Her plan was foolproof, and with Isabella playing the cover-up game, Lysander hadn’t had an inkling over the past five years.

Surprisingly, this dame Thalassa had the nerve to approach Lysander.

Recently, Lysander began to question if the woman from five years ago was indeed pushing up daisies

Faye was getting more and more jittery on the inside.

There were a few opportunities to give Thalassa the boot, but she missed the boat every time.

Caught up in her thoughts, Faye noticed Lysander looking her way Matching his intense gaze, she snapped out of it and quickly stowed away her admiration for him.

She strolled over, her voice soft. “Mr. Sinclair, if there’s nothing else, you can carry on. I’ll take care of the coffee cups.”

She moved over to the small table and started clearing out the used coffee cups.

shifted his gaze back to his papers, his voice low. “Leave the small stuff to the janitors.

cup clean-up and turned to look at Lysander, her usual alpha female demeanor faded, her eyes pleading, “Mr. Sinclair, I’ve just sent someone to dig up info on the lady from Hollowbrook

was Lysander’s one-word reply,

continued cleaning the table, sneaking

a looker, but his demeanor was also

probably had something to do with

demeanor, he was in a league

in thought. David knocked and walked in. He went straight to the desk and said. “Mr. Sinclair, the fashion show can go on as planned in three days, these are the design

the files

be there;

order, about to leave when the office door was knocked, and a woman’s voice asked timidly, “Hello, I’m Hertha,

shutting the door, the

looked towards the door, there stood a woman in a beige dress, a ponytail, a bit chubby, round eyes, about

she the mother of

looked around the office curiously, as if

engrossed in his papers, oblivious

thought Since she was here, he cant let her feel awkward,

come in What are you standing at the door for?

gawked, snapped back to reality, and quickly nodded,

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