Chapter 335
Evelyn shot her a disgruntled glance, “Girl, where on earth did you get such a careless streak?”
Thala**a stepped out, hailed a cab, and headed for the Everglade Hotel.
In room 2032, Isabella was helping Leopold out of his coat and even his shirt. Her fingers lightly brushed over his firm abs, clearly outlined and brimming with masculine charm.
Her heart was racing, and her throat was feeling parched.
She wanted him so badly.
Bloody period, never on time, and had to show up now of all times.
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If it weren’t for that, even if she were hurt, she’d bear the pain and plunge into a pa**ionate moment with Leopold.
But now, she could only push him towards Thala**a.
Isabella was both resentful and angry, and she despised Thala**a!
In this whirlwind of emotions, her hatred for Thala**a was the driving force.
She was determined to ruin Thala**a!
Regretfully, Isabella withdrew her hand and then helped Leopold out of his pants.
It was half an hour before Thala**a was due to arrive.
She used Leopold’s phone to send a message to Lysander.”
[Lysander, I’ve asked my ex Thala**a to come to room 2032 of Everglade Hotel. I’m winning her back tonight.]
Ever since Isabella learned from Faye that Lysander and Thala**a had a fling, she’d been stalking Lysander online.
Over the years, Isabella would often text Leopold. Partly because she was smitten by his good looks, and partly because he was the youngest heir of the Sinclair family.
Being a Sinclair, although not a key figure, he was still wealthier and more influential than the average Joe.
If she couldn’t win over Lysander, she’d go for Leopold. She wouldn’t miss a single opportunity.
Even though Leopold never responded to her messages, she kept texting him.
Today, she got hold of his phone for the first time, not to snoop as a girlfriend would, but to sabotage Thala**a!
Still, she was thrilled.
To Isabella, as long as Thala**a suffered, didn’t matter if she couldn’t have Leopold.
At the Sinclair Group, in the CEO’s office.
Lysander hadn’t left yet. He sat in his black swivel chair, radiating a powerful aura like a king on his throne.
David walked in, placed a stack of photos on the desk, and reported respectfully, “Mr. Sinclair, these are all of Thala**a’s activities for the day. All the photos are
here.”
Lysander straightened up and began to look through the photos.
At noon, she’d been at the mall, making a jacket for a man in a store!
In the afternoon, she went to the hospital.
Bruce held her hand, and his eyes were filled with guilt and fatherly love.
Then, he gave Thala**a a bank card!
And Thala**a accepted it!
Seeing these photos, Lysander felt his face turned icy, as if he was enveloped in a cold aura.
He continued to the next photo.
Thala**a and Leopold stood side by side.
Thala**a angrily confronted Isabella, and Leopold stood next to her, looking at her tenderly. The sunset on Leopold’s face revealed deep affection.
This photo was like a sharp knife, stabbing deep into Lysander’s beart.
He was filled with boundless rage.
At that moment, his phone lit up with a new message.
He glanced at it, noticing that the sender was Leopold!