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.

confusion, wondering what

as if

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

with his deep, soulful eyes, and said in a low tone, "We're not on duty here,

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

she coolly remarked, "Leave it to me to bring along someone who knows

was usually the epitome of grace and knowledge. But today, she was riled up by something Lysander had

no sooner had she arrived than Lysander told her not to bother anymore. He was going to talk to Joshua and call off

moment Rosalind heard Lysander mention ending their engagement, panic set in. She pressed him for a

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

Thalassa's arrival, Rosalind directed all her frustration

clouded her judgment, making

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