An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1329 Seated by the window on the second floor of Regal Court, Lana swirled her wine glass. Her gaze was fixed on the tranquil night outside. The moon and stars were mirrored in her beautiful eyes. It made her appear exceptionally charming. “Ms. Camron.” At that moment, a bodyguard […]
An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1328 This meant that the mastermind behind his assault didn’t see him as a big threat. It could also mean that the person didn’t hold considerable power. Dustin dusted off his clothes and put the box away. He was just about to leave when a few black SUVs
An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1327 Dustin quickly noticed a few hostile gazes upon leaving Regal Court. With a swift glance, he identified at least two groups of people that had their eyes on him. It seemed like Lana was right. Enchanting Elegance was a valuable treasure, and it attracted a lot of
An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1326 Lana finally got to the point. ” Handsome, you seem like a talented man. Why don’t you be a follower of the Camron family? “Other than the Swansons and the Welches, no other family will dare touch you here in South City.” “You aren’t inviting me because
An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1325 “Y-You! What nonsense!” Harper exploded in anger. “Am I wrong? If it wasn’t for this handsome man, you’d have gone bankrupt. But here you are, bickering away. Are you really that dumb?” Lana folded her arms and pouted. She even gave Dustin a flirtatious look when she was
Chapter 200 For real? He’s actually going to give her a ride home? Was he pulling her leg? Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199 At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it. Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished. Any woman would be smitten by his good looks. The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now” And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache. Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness. She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thala**a, come here!” The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man? Thala**a, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant. Was it Lysander who had called her? Thala**a blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?” Realizing she was still holding her ice cream, which made her look rather goofy against Lysander’s serious demeanor, she quickly hid it behind her back. In her haste, she accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of the beautiful woman. “Ah!” The woman screamed in shock. Thala**a, terrified, hurriedly rushed over, pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” In the midst of Thala**a’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all over her face. The beautiful woman shrieked and pushed Thala**a away, saying. “Don’t touch me, my face, my makeup.” She started crying, feeling utterly devastated. Her fake eyelashes fell off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation clumped and flaked off, making her look like a clown. Thala**a felt incredibly guilty, hands clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” “Hmph, country bumpkin!” The woman huffed angrily and stomped off in her high heels, both furious and embarra**ed. Thala**a was taken aback. Was the woman referring to her as a country bumpkin? Lysander watched as Thala**a accidentally smeared ice cream all over the woman’s face, exposing her ruined makeup. The whole scene was hilariously entertaining. A smirk tugged at the Corner of his mouth. This woman was indeed interesting, compared to the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more lively and fun.. Lysander got out of the car, walked over to Thala**a, and took her hand. His hand was slightly rough, but warm. As soon as he grabbed Thala**a’s hand, she felt a rush of warmth spreading through her heart. The sensation took her by surprise, causing her to instinctively jerk her hand away. But she didn’t pull her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards the car. “Let me drive you home.” That’s not the point, though. How on earth would she let him drive her home? If he saw those four rugrats in her house, she’s going to be in deep water! Thala**a was squirming to free her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can manage on my own.” But Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed her in authoritatively, saying, “Behave!” His words were chilly and left no room for refusal. Having said that, he shut the car door, got back behind the wheel, and drove off. Thala**a didn’t notice that at that moment, across the road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist were stepping out of the office, catching the whole scene. Daryl tugged at the receptionist’s sleeve, looking at the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief.
Chapter 199 At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it. Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished. Any woman would be smitten by his good looks. The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now” And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache. Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness. She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thala**a, come here!” The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man? Thala**a, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant. Was it Lysander who had called her? Thala**a blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?” Realizing she was still holding her ice cream, which made her look rather goofy against Lysander’s serious demeanor, she quickly hid it behind her back. In her haste, she accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of the beautiful woman. “Ah!” The woman screamed in shock. Thala**a, terrified, hurriedly rushed over, pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” In the midst of Thala**a’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all over her face. The beautiful woman shrieked and pushed Thala**a away, saying. “Don’t touch me, my face, my makeup.” She started crying, feeling utterly devastated. Her fake eyelashes fell off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation clumped and flaked off, making her look like a clown. Thala**a felt incredibly guilty, hands clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” “Hmph, country bumpkin!” The woman huffed angrily and stomped off in her high heels, both furious and embarra**ed. Thala**a was taken aback. Was the woman referring to her as a country bumpkin? Lysander watched as Thala**a accidentally smeared ice cream all over the woman’s face, exposing her ruined makeup. The whole scene was hilariously entertaining. A smirk tugged at the Corner of his mouth. This woman was indeed interesting, compared to the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more lively and fun.. Lysander got out of the car, walked over to Thala**a, and took her hand. His hand was slightly rough, but warm. As soon as he grabbed Thala**a’s hand, she felt a rush of warmth spreading through her heart. The sensation took her by surprise, causing her to instinctively jerk her hand away. But she didn’t pull her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards the car. “Let me drive you home.”
Chapter 197 Other ladies, even if they caught their eyes, were just their playthings. Thala**a took note of this. She also had to face reality She was just a woman struggling at the bottom, compared to the Sinclair family, it felt like a world of difference, like they were separated by mountains and seas. Yesterday, she got too big for her boots and actually thought Lysander’s so–called responsibility was to marry her. He was just using his wealth to compensate her, to make up for the night she became his antidote. The villa he built for her was the best evidence of his compensation. As for taking her to meet his grandparents, it was just because he wasn’t done playing with her and needed a legitimate excuse to continue She didn’t have that much time and energy to play games with him. She wasn’t that kind of person. Thala**a went to the cleaning department on the tenth floor to take a breather, then continued to the top floor to clean the conference room. As soon as she stepped into the conference room, a man stepped out of the elevator. The man had short chestnut hair, a slim build, and an attractive face that shone like sunshine. Leopold stepped out of the elevator and went straight to the CEO’s office. He slightly opened the door, peeked in with a smile, and knocked. Lysander thought it was Thala**a and quickly lifted his head, his deep eyes looking towards the door, thinking she had changed her mind and was coming to apologize. But it wasn’t her, his gaze held a hint of disappointment. “Come in.” His tone was cool. Given permission, Leopold walked in and said, “My dear, long time no see. You’re still as young and handsome as ever.” Lysander put the documents in the folder, got up, went to sit on the couch, and said, “You’re back in the country but not going home, what brings you here?” Leopold sat down on the couch across from him, sighed slightly, and looked a bit down. “Lysander, remember that woman I told you about? I came back for her. Home doesn’t feel like home without her.” Five years ago, after that incident, he explained to Thala**a many times that he was drunk and mistook Isabella for her. He promised not to make the same mistake again, hoping Thala**a would forgive him. But Thala**a, after firmly breaking up with him, had been avoiding him. No matter how much he explained, it was useless, she even blocked all his contact information. He couldn’t even reach her. Leopold was heartbroken, depressed, and lost. Later, it was Uncle Lysander who enlightened him, telling him not to lose himself over a woman and to maintain his manhood. If he really liked that woman that much, he should make a name for himself and come back to impress her. Leopold took this to heart, studied abroad for two years, and worked hard overseas for three years. Now he’s had some achievements, and he’s back. The first thing he did when he came back was to look for Thala**a. Lysander poured a gla** of red wine, held the wine gla** with his slender fingers, slightly shook it, took a sip, and asked, “What about that woman?” Lysander was also having a headache over a woman. Every time Leopold thought of Thala**a, his heart ached. He poured himself a gla** of red wine and gulped it down. He said, “Five years ago, I was framed and hurt her. She has never forgiven me. Today, when I saw her, she was still mad at me. I saw sadness in her eyes. Is that because she
Chapter 196 The man’s presence was serious and sharp. Even when he’s not mad, he’s got this air of authority. His tall figure strode confidently towards Thala**a. Thala**a turned around and saw Lysander approaching. She quickly stood up, forgetting all about her injured finger. Lysander arrived in front of her, caught her bleeding finger, saw the blood bead getting bigger and bigger on her finger, frowned slightly. and said, “Don’t pick up gla** shards with your hands next time; I’ll get the first–ald kit.” After saying that, he took her hand and led her to the bookshelf where the first aid kit was kept. Thala**a quickly pulled her hand away and said, “It’s okay, it’s just a small injury.” After that, she put her finger in her mouth, sucked on it, took it out, and showed it to him: “See, it’s all good now. We’re tough as nails, not so delicate.” Her finger was no longer bleeding. After saying that, she smiled slightly, picked up the broom, and started to sweep up the gla** shards on the ground. “Mr. Sinclair, sorry, I accidentally broke your cup. I will explain to the manager, and the compensation will be deducted from my salary.” Thala**a said while sweeping. Lysander can tell she’s avoiding him. In his deep voice, he said, “No need, it’s just a cup; the Sinclair group has plenty.” Lysander walked over to her, ready to explain what happened this morning. Thala**a looked up, a hint of self–mockery in her eyes. Unabashedly looking at Lysander, she said, “Yeah, your conglomerate lacks nothing; your family is top–tier, what could you lack? Especially for you, Lysander.” The women around him were too numerous to count. Changing women for him was as easy as changing shirts. After she finished sweeping the gla** shards, she picked up the broom and dustpan and turned to leave. Lysander got her meaning and stepped forward, blocking her path. His handsome face looked cold but anxious: “What did my grandfather say to you this morning?” Thala**a avoided his gaze, looking elsewhere. “Nothing.” “No matter what he said, he can’t represent my opinion. Thala**a, about what happened five years ago.” Lysander wanted to say that he never went back on his promise from five years ago. But Thala**a cut him off: “Five years ago was just an accident, and, Mr. Sinclair, you’re handsome, and you have a good physique; I didn’t lose anything, right? Let’s consider it a give and take, and from now on, we owe each other nothing.” After saying that, Thala**a walked quickly out of the office. A give and take? Owe each other nothing? Those words stung Lysander like bee stings. His deep eyes darkened, and an icy aura surrounded him. He had been searching for her for five years, and in her eyes, their night of intimacy was just a one–night stand? Anger welled up inside Lysander. He averted his gaze, sit back at his desk, and started to work on some papers. He had been waiting for her all morning, hoping she would show up so he could explain that his grandfather’s words did not represent his opinion. But she was indifferent! No woman had ever dared talk to him like that! Lysander had his own dignity and pride; if she won’t accept his explanation, then let her be! Thala**a, suppressing her emotions, walked into the elevator. Her tense shoulders relaxed, but her heart was churning like the sea, feeling self–mockery and sadness. Indeed, only a well–matched and high–born lady can marry a man from the Sinclair family.