Thalassa caught her just in time, giving Lydia a look that screamed, "hold your horses."

Just then, Lysander wheeled around, his gaze locking onto Thalassa.

Lydia, who had been blocking Thalassa's view, got a good look at the man before her. Her eyes widened, her expression turned solemn, and she snapped to attention, standing tall and straight like an oak tree, feet together, and saluted Lysander with military precision, announcing loud and clear, "Sir, yes, sir!"

Thalassa: "..."

This sudden shift in Lydia's demeanor left Thalassa gobsmacked. She flicked her gaze between Lysander and Lydia, bewildered.

Lydia stood there, all seriousness and respect, even a tad nervous, saluting Lysander like she was in the presence of a general.

wondering what on

was Lydia addressing Lysander as if

eyeing Thalassa, was also caught off

brief once-over with his deep, soulful eyes, and said in

sir!" Lydia responded, lowering her hand but keeping her posture

it to me to bring along someone who knows how to butter

and knowledge. But today, she was riled up by

intending to look after Lysander as usual, but no sooner had she arrived than Lysander told her not to

engagement, panic set in. She pressed him for a reason, but

YOUR

the Whitman Group card, a move

Thalassa's arrival, Rosalind directed all her frustration and irritation

her judgment,

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