Chapter 212

Thalassa stood in front of a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen, even in the absence of light.

She did a lap around the car and noticed a punctured tire.

The tire was flat causing one side of the car to sit lower than the other.

Crouching down, Thalassa inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in the rubber.

That was the culprit that punctured the tire.

She reached out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all her might to yank it out.

But the needle was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it wouldn’t budge.

Perhaps it was because she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over, and gave it her all, gripping the end of the needle.

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to the excessive force,

herself for a painful

crashed into a

that it would’ve

with powerful legs, and had

didn’t even flinch, instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist

intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly

chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like eyes–handsome

skipped

out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what

took a step towards her, his gaze intense and

felt overwhelmed by his powerful aura, nearly

towering figure loomed over her, stepping closer and closer. Thalassa retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it behind her, putting up a nervous

car, and she was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned

leaned in, his hot breath getting

from a stormy night five years ago, when

like crazy, his lips were getting closer, and she nervously turned her

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