chapter1013

Hold it together, she told herself. When she got Atticus to delete that video from Bruce's phone, this

father-daughter duo wouldn’t have anything over her anymore.

The video would be gone very soon.

Susan watched as Thalassa's confidence faltered. A smug smile spread across her face as she strolled

up to her and glanced at the wine bottle in Thalassa's hand before gesturing behind her.

Her assistant immediately understood and quickly handed her the requested.

Clutching the item, Susan instructed Thalassa, "Pop the cork."

Thalassa furrowed her brows, reluctant.

"You won't do it, huh? Well, I’ve already got a text drafted in my phone. One tap, and it's sent. Dad will

follow up in an instant." Susan threatened.

The assistant stood behind her, nervously holding the phone that was ready to send a message.

With her nerves on edge and her body trembling with suppressed rage, Thalassa begrudgingly opened

the wine bottle. She had already loosened the cork with a corkscrew earlier, so it came off easily now.

"Let's take this conversation to the restroom," Susan suggested, scanning the room and noting a few

curious onlookers. She wanted to keep things low-key.

She led the way to the restroom, and Thalassa had no choice but to follow.

The restroom was quiet, devoid of others and free from surveillance.

Susan unfolded the item in her hand — it was a piece of paper, which she carefully unwrapped to

reveal a gray powder.

Lifting the paper, she tipped the powder into the wine bottle.

"What are you putting in there?" Thalassa demanded with a stern tone.

"Relax, it's not deadly. Just a little something to make a man more... interested in a woman. You're

going to give this to Lysander. Once he’s 'tipsy', escort him to his hotel room to rest. When he's lying

down and can't take it anymore, that’s when you come out and let me inside." Susan explained.

Susan had tried to seduce Lysander once before without success. It was very likely that he wasn't into

her type. But she was determined to have him, by any means necessary. To win over Lysander was to

win half the battle!

If seduction wouldn't work, she'd make Lysander come to her.

Thalassa's heart tightened. "You've laced it with that kind of drug!"

Despite her numerous grievances with Lysander, she had never considered drugging him!

Yet, Susan was asking her to do exactly that!

Thalassa was wholly resistant.

"Yes, I will have him tonight. I can't wait any longer! Take this to him now and watch him drink. I'll be

watching you, making sure you do it. If you dare to resist, my assistant will send that text, and my father

will release the video!"

Susan's facade had dropped; her eyes, heavy with makeup, smoldered with malice.

She had come prepared with the drug for this very encounter with Lysander.

Thalassa was furious, her teeth nearly grinding to dust, her clear eyes burning with hatred as she

glared at Susan's malevolent sneer.

She wanted to force Susan's mouth open, pour the wine down her throat, and let her taste what it’s like

to be drugged!

But the memory of her mother's suicide, the despair and suffocation, clamped tight on her throat.

Reason suppressed all her impulses and resistance.

"Fine." Thalassa spat through clenched teeth, "I'll play your game today!"

With that, she took the wine bottle and left the restroom.

Susan's sneer echoed faintly in the back, as she followed.