Chapter 1100

Thalassa had said it plainly enough, but her actions could only cause Susan pain without actually tearing her mouth.

If her intent was genuine, she would’ve grabbed each side with her hands and yanked outward with all her might, easily tearing it.

“Thalassa, you’ve lost it! Let go of me!” Susan’s teeth chattered with pain, yet her defiance. was unyielding.

“I’ve gone mad, sure, but killing you wouldn’t even be a crime!” Thalassa yanked Susan’s head back by her hair with one hand while the other clawed at her face, pulling hard.

Susan’s face, already stinging from a prior slap, throbbed with pain as Thalassa’s fury became evident. If Susan didn’t back down, Thalassa might actually follow through with

her threat.

Susan was a master of deception and manipulation, skilled at taking verbal hits if it meant securing her own safety.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she blurted, trying to appease Thalassa. “You’re the bigger person here, don’t stoop to my level. I swear, I won’t breathe a word of this to my dad. If he asks about my injuries, I’ll just say it was a workplace spat, you know, just colleagues clashing.”

Thalassa’s rage cooled slightly upon hearing the plea, and she released Susan. She dusted off her hands with a look of revulsion, as if Susan herself was filth.

Thalassa snorted contemptuously, sparing Susan one last glance before striding out of

the restroom.

enough to commit a crime of passion. Killing Susan would

a daughter, loved and needed by many. She couldn’t afford to

loathed Susan, Thalassa restrained herself

serious harm.

Her hands clenched so tightly on the cold marble floor that her nails screeched, the pain

face and head, compounded by

could she register the pain in her hands when her entire

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out a feral scream, “Ah! Thalassa,

feet, she caught her reflection in the mirror, observing her disheveled appearance. Her cheeks

sight fueled her rage even further, her breaths coming

not only stooping to some demeaning commercial for a quick buck but also running into

What a curse!

agency, heading for the curb to hail

It was Lysander.

a call from him felt oppressive.

answered, “What’s up?”

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