Chapter 443

Lysander spoke and, even if the reporters were bodacious, they dared not ignore his words.

One by one, the reporters took their leave.

The room, which had been filled with the cacophony of chatter, began to quiet down

Hertha was curious. The reporters were gone, the reward money had been given to her, so why was Lysander still hanging around?

Just as she was puzzling over this, she noticed Lysander’s gaze fell on a particular spot in the room; his eyes were deep and introspective.

A wave of panic washed over Hertha. Had Lysander discovered something?

She nervously offered, “Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Falconer, you must be thirsty. Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake, just drink your coffee and leave already.

If they stick around any longer, I’ll have a full-blown anxiety attack. She thought in her mind.

Hertha moved into the kitchen, only to find that she couldn’t locate the cups. She began to rummage through drawers and cupboards.

resulted in a clattering of utehsils, drawing the

a wickedly cool

around to see Alaric leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, watching her

stammered, “I… I’m looking

own home? This isn’t actually your place, is it?” Alaric raised an

at his words. She hurriedly denied, “No, of course this is my home! It’s just that…”

shifted, struggling to

everyday glasses for guests. I was trying to find disposable cups to serve you coffee,” she finally found a

or where they

collapsed while dealing those shrewd men.

her brain, she couldn’t outwit

at home, buying and putting away stuff. I don’t usually get

better, I’d think you were hiding something. No need to fuss,

around and

his eyes glued to

that was so near, his eyes darkened.

him, “Lysander, shouldn’t we be

and headed towards one of the rooms.

raised his eyebrows.

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