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Chapter 865
The thought of what Evelyn had said that day, that the kids might forget her if they didn’t see her for a long time,
sent a cold shiver down Thalassa’s spine.
Ever since she had her four adorable munchkins, Thalassa had given them all her love. They were her motivation to
keep going no matter how tough things got, her soothing balm in the fatigue of life.
Whenever she felt lost, just the thought of her little ones filled Thalassa’s heart with warmth.
How could her beloved little ones, who she loved with all her strength, ever forget her?
Sitting in her office chair, feeling drained, Thalassa took out her phone, opened her photo album, and looked at
pictures of her children. Their happy, playful smiles recharged her weary heart.
Ever since she told Lysander that she wanted to leave him and wanted to break all ties with him, he had
disappeared. It seemed like he deliberately kept her and the children apart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe didn’t even get to see them at the school gate.
Thalassa couldn’t understand what Lysander was up to.
He had told her to compromise for a lifetime. Yet, he sent her back to Vibrant Oasis Residences.
Thalassa couldn’t figure out what was going on in his mind, and she didn’t dare to cross him.
These past few days, Thalassa didn’t have the courage to contact Lysander.
“Thalassa, get ready. You’re coming with me to a charity dinner tonight,” Ethan walked into her office to inform
Thalassa.
Thalassa quickly put away her phone, looked at Ethan, and asked, “What charity dinner?”
“It’s a fundraising event hosted by the Sinclair Group. I received an invitation,” Ethan replied.
The Sinclair Group’s fundraising event….
Thalassa hesitated, paused for a moment, then said, “Mr. Ethan, could possibly not go?”
Ethan looked surprised. He smiled at her and said, “This is a golden opportunity. You can meet many businessmen
at the dinner. Most people would kill for this chance, and you don’t want to go?”
Thalassa knew that this was a social gathering of the upper class, where she could meet a lot of people and expand
her network. It was the best place for business people to make deals.
But the event was hosted by the Sinclair Group, and many members of the Sinclair family would be there. Zephyr
didn’t like her, and Lysander was ambiguous towards her.
She wasn’t sure how to face Lysander yet, so she didn’t really want to go.
“I don’t have formal wear for such an upscale place. I’d better not go,” Thalassa found an excuse without revealing
her true thoughts.
“You don’t have to worry about the dress. I’ll arrange it for you. You can’t refuse this time because you’re going as
my secretary. You’ll need to take notes on potential business partners for me,” Ethan blocked Thalassa’s excuse,
leaving her no chance to refuse.
Just as Thalassa was about to say something else, Ethan had already left the office. It seemed like she had no
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmchoice but to go.
At half past eight in the evening.
Thalassa, dressed in the haute couture gown Ethan had arranged for her, accompanied him to the Sinclair Winery.
The winery was on a hilltop, the winding road leading up to it illuminated with dazzling neon lights, revealing a
magnificent and luxurious scene.
The winery stood there like a castle on the hilltop, showcasing the Sinclair family’s luxury and wealth.
After getting out of the car, Thalassa followed Ethan to the entrance of the banquet..
There were doormen at the entrance checking the invitations.
Ethan handed his invitation to the doorman, who respectfully let him in. When he saw Thalassa, he stopped her.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but you need an invitation to enter.”
They had to record everyone who entered the banquet in the guestbook.
Thalassa paused and looked at Ethan. She was about to say that she might as well leave.
Ethan smiled and said to the doorman, “She’s my secretary. You can just record her as my date.”
“Ethan, your date is really beautiful!” A refined voice suddenly rang out.