chapter1209

Thalassa couldn't take it anymore—the embarrassment was too much. She almost turned on her heel

to leave.

But then she thought of his injury, of how he was still recovering, and she suppressed the urge.

Her hands trembled as she slowly unzipped his jeans, her forehead beading with sweat, her breath

tight in her chest.

As soon as she pulled the zipper down, Lysander wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close

with a firm tug.

He held the back of her head, his lips claiming hers in a fierce and fiery kiss that stole her breath and

spun her world.

In the steamy heat of the bathroom, their passion rose quickly, filling the space with an intoxicating

mist.

At work, Thalassa received great news from Ethan; the new smartphone ad campaign shot by Susan

had been a hit, skyrocketing sales.

This was indeed fantastic news.

But Thalassa was preoccupied with something else.

"So, does this mean the Crawley Group' stock is going through the roof? With Bruce's family having

invested two hundred thousand dollars, they must be rolling in it, huh?" she asked.

Ethan smiled, shaking his head with a hint of mystery.

Seeing him shake his head without a word, Thalassa's curiosity piqued. "Mr. Ethan, what do you mean

by that? Did Bruce strike it rich or not?"

Leaning in just a bit closer, Ethan shared with a secretive tone, "They lost everything."

"What?" Thalassa gasped, not fully understanding the intricacies.

"But didn't the new smartphone sell like hotcakes? How could the stock fall?" she pressed.

"The new smartphone from the Crawley Group did sell exceptionally well, and they invested because

they believed in its future. But you see, a company's stock doesn't just depend on one aspect; it's about

the overall health and multiple sectors," Ethan explained. "We're on fire in the smartphone market, but

we've been bested in computers by an up-and-coming brand. The profits from computers are much

higher than from smartphones. Overall, the Crawley Group' profits are down, and that's caused the

stock market to tremble and stocks to fall," Ethan said with a smile.

Thalassa got it, but Ethan's smile didn't sit right with her.

"Mr. Ethan, people usually frown upon hearing their stocks have plummeted. Why do I get the feeling

you're actually enjoying this?"

After all, a drop in stock value affects the company.

Ethan, as the boss, seemed unusually joyful for someone who had just lost money.

"I'm happy the new smartphone is a hit," Ethan replied, dodging the real issue.

"No, I mean..."

"So, you're happy because of Bruce’s misfortune?" Thalassa asked, astonished.

With that, he stood up and left the secretary's office.

Thalassa found him odd and his words mismatched. Re?d at Dr?mа?оvеls.com

Deep into her work, Thalassa's phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

But when she saw the last digits, she knew it was Bruce.

Her nerves tightened, and after a moment's hesitation, she answered.