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.

blinked in confusion, wondering what on earth

as

had been eyeing Thalassa, was also caught off

his deep, soulful eyes, and said

sir!" Lydia responded, lowering her hand but keeping

smirk playing on her lips as she coolly remarked, "Leave it

epitome of grace and knowledge. But today, she was riled up by something

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

pressed him for a reason, but all he said was that they weren't

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

Rosalind played the Whitman Group card, a move she would come to regret

Rosalind directed all her

her judgment,

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