chapter1018

Lysander wasn't feeling quite right. His handsome face was flushed with a wine-red hue, and the air

around him carried a tipsy yet chilly pressure. His brows furrowed, a gesture of suppressed discomfort,

as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the unpleasant sensation.

Across from him, Joshua also looked worse for wear. He was shaking his head as he took in ragged

breaths.

Susan, having only indulged in a single drink, was still relatively steady, though an abnormal flush had

crept onto her cheeks.

She rose to her feet, the ambition in her heart nearly impossible to conceal. She rubbed her hands

together, looked at Lysander with a smile, and said, “Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Joshua, you both seem a bit tipsy.

Lucky for us, we're at the Draven Group Hotel. How about booking a room and resting up? I should be

heading home myself. Thank you both for being so gracious today.”

Thalassa watched Susan with a restrained gaze. Others might not pick up on it, but she knew perfectly

well that Susan's mention of leaving was deliberately intended for Lysander to hear. She wanted to

show that she had no intention to him to avoid his suspicion.

No one paid Susan any mind, making her seem like she was talking to herself. But she didn't mind in

the slightest; after all, she had achieved half of her goal.

All she needed now was to patiently wait for Thalassa to summon her to Lysander's room.

She wasn't worried about Thalassa being disobedient, unless she wanted to risk her mother's dignity.

After delivering her piece, Susan walked to the door and shot Thalassa a venomous glance as she

passed by, the meaning clear as day.

Thalassa's heart tightened. She glared back at Susan, furious but voiceless.

Seeing Thalassa's helpless expression, Susan's lips curled into a smug smile. She turned away and

exited the private room.

As Susan disappeared, Thalassa came back to her senses and stood beside Lysander, saying, “Mr.

Sinclair, I have something to attend to... I should leave too.”

She hoped to sneak out while Lysander was preoccupied and Susan was not here. She would sneak

home and have Atticus to delete the video, before Susan found out that she was gone.

Then, Susan couldn't threaten Thalassa anymore.

But if she left without saying a word to Lysander, he would surely look for her, and things could spiral

out of control.

Hearing her voice, Lysander relaxed his grip on his brow. His deep and brooding eyes glossing over

with a drunken sheen.

In a low and husky voice, he asked, “Where to?”

“Home.” Thalassa replied, meeting Lysander's desire-laden gaze. Her breathing slowed and her heart

raced.

Just one look from him could unsettle her so.

“Together.” Lysander said, rising to his feet. In that second, a wave of heat rushed from his core to his

head, his brain swelling with the intense warmth.

He stumbled slightly, his brows knitting together.

“I should head back too.” Joshua said as he stood up, the discomfort making his body sway.

“Mr. Joshua.” Richard quickly steadied him, “You've had quite a bit to drink. For safety's sake, why don't

you stay at the hotel tonight? I'll escort you to your room.”

Richard was the host of the evening's gathering, and he had to take care of his guests. If something

happened to them after attending his event, he would be responsible.

Both Joshua and Lysander were heavily intoxicated and in need of immediate rest. It would be unwise

for them to travel in such a state.

Then, Richard turned to Thalassa and said, “I'll take Mr. Joshua to his room. Could you please help

Lysander get to his? They're on the same floor.”

Thalassa's breath hitched as she glanced at Lysander. He was definitely not in good shape, and if he

insisted on going home with her, his presence would prevent her from asking Atticus to delete the video

right away.

If she missed this critical time, and when Susan realized Lysander wasn't at the hotel, she would text

Bruce to release the video to the public.