Chapter 187
Zephyr was already ticked off at Lysander’s boneheaded move, and now that he was all worried over a chick, he lost his patience completely. He said stemnly, “Lysander, don’t forget you’re the boss of Sinclair Group and a retired soldier. If you lose your cool over a woman and make bad calls, you’re letting down all those years of training”
Hearing Zephyr’s obvious annoyance, Lysander got serious, realizing his grandpa had given Thala**a the boot.
With a deep look in his eyes and a cold voice, Lysander said seriously, “Grandpa, you always taught me not to judge a book by its cover. Did you forget that?”
After dropping this reminder, he took long strides and bolted out of there.
He got in his car and drove down the mountain to find Thala**a.
Before, Faye and Isabella had pulled a fast one on Lysander, cooking up fake evidence that Thala**a was a thief with a criminal record.
He had misunderstood Thala**a, thinking she was a sneaky one, willing to do anything for money, seducing men.
Only when he exposed Faye and Isabella’s lies did he realize they had framed Thala**a
Thala**a was not what they had made her out to be.
They did all this because they were afraid he would find out that Thala**a was the woman from five years ago and expose their lie that Thala**a was dead, which would hurt their own interests.
Then there was John.
He initially thought Thala**a was deliberately enticing John for job perks, preferring to sell herself rather than do hard work.
Until he witnessed John trying to a**ault Thala**a in the underground parking lot and saw her tremble in fear after he saved her.
Then he understood: Thala**a wasn’t enticing John, she was just a low–level employee, constantly bullied.
Life for a low–level employee was tough enough, and they had to deal with hara**ment from lowlifes.
Thala**a had two old ladies at home to take care of and her life was so hard, but she still insisted on repaying the money for the villa’s
construction.
How could such a woman be bad?
Lysander floored the accelerator, driving at breakneck speed down the mountain, his eyes scanning the roadside for a sight of Thala**a
By this time, Thala**a had walked for two hours and finally made it down the mountain, completely pooped and with her feet aching.
Down the mountain was the highway, and she waited for a ride by the roadside. Just then, a taxi happened to pa** by; she hailed it, and it pulled over.
She got in the cab and told the driver the address.
The driver stepped on the gas, and they were off.
Five minutes after the taxi left, Lysander’s car descended from the mountain.
He didn’t see Thala**a anywhere, not even at the foot of the mountain.
He knew then that Thala**a had taken a cab and left.
He tried calling Thala**a again; the call connected but was hung up.
She was ignoring his calls.
It must have beep something his grandpa said.
Lysander hung up and drove to the office.
Thala**a always came to work, and when she finished cleaning his office, he would explain everything to her.
In the taxi, Thala**a angrily hung up and put the phone in her jacket pocket.
She was super pissed right now, feeling the Sinclair family had no respect for her and had said such hurtful words.
Why did Lysander call her? Was he trying to humiliate her again?
The driver, seeing her upset face, started chatting: “Miss, you just came down from the Sinclair Group’s villa area, right? Is your boyfriend one of them?”
Folks who drove around a lot knew that the whole mountain belonged to the Sinclair family.
The Sinclair family was the richest tycoon in
