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 earth

addressing Lysander as if

been eyeing Thalassa, was also caught off guard by this turn of events, her curiosity

once-over with his deep, soulful eyes, and said in a low tone,

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

"Leave it to me to bring along someone who knows how to butter up the

and knowledge. But today, she was

arrived than Lysander told

panic set in. She pressed him for a reason, but all he said was that

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Rosalind played the Whitman Group card,

Thalassa's arrival, Rosalind directed all her

judgment, making her

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