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!”

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

braced herself for a

into a solid, wide, lean, and

such force that it would’ve knocked an average

man was strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful legs, and had

wrapped an arm around her

his strong masculine presence and his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry,

gaze, she saw his chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like

faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy

moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr.

took a step towards her, his gaze

by his powerful aura, nearly

over her, stepping closer and closer. Thalassa retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid

cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against the car,

hot breath getting

strong, masculine scent enveloped her, a scent so familiar to her from a stormy night

were getting

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