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Chapter 991
Lysander’s gaze, deep and inscrutable, seemed to casually drift over to the mug of coffee on the table.
Thalassa returned to Crawley Group headquarters and immediately briefed Ethan on Lysander’s intentions.
Ethan was thrilled. “Great, I’ll have finance prepare the penalty fee right away. Ms. Everhart, you’ve scored another
win for us. You can expect a hefty bonus this month,” he said with a smile to Thalassa.
The project with the Sinclair Group had not yielded profits; instead, it had led to a major incident. Many businesses
had gone under due to such disasters. This time, if it hadn’t been for the Sinclair Group stepping in to handle the
incident, the Crawley Group would have been on the hook for a staggering two billion dollars – enough to sink
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCrawley Electronics entirely.
Faced with the prospect of billions, the few million in contract penalties were mere pocket change.
By spending just a fraction of that to extricate his company from the disaster, Ethan’s business could continue as
usual, and naturally, he was over the moon about it.
“Thanks for the generous bonus, Mr. Ethan. Considering today’s success, would it be possible for me to take a half-
day off in the afternoon?” Thalassa tried to sound as casual as possible.
“You want some time off?” Ethan asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a tiring morning, and I’d like to take some time off this afternoon,” Thalassa replied without
hesitation.
Ethan’s smile took on a knowing quality. “Oh, I get it… Hard work at Lysander’s can certainly be draining. You’ve
done well, Ms. Everhart. Go ahead and take the afternoon off. Sleep as long as you want; I won’t call you. Off you
go.”
Thalassa, feeling her cheeks warm at Ethan’s insinuating tone, realized he had gotten the wrong idea.
“No, Mr. Ethan, I didn’t mean…”
“I understand, no need to explain. Get going and make the most of your time,” Ethan cut her off, dismissing her for
the day.
Thalassa fell silent. Such matters only got murkier the more you tried to clarify them. She decided not to explain
further; let Ethan think what he would. Leaving Crawley Group, her first stop was Royal Estates, straight to
Lysander’s study.
Her phone was on the desk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThalassa quickly picked it up, only to find it unresponsive; it wouldn’t turn on.
It was powered off.
–
She pressed the power button and saw it still had 70% battery life – clearly, her phone had been deliberately
switched off.
Not by Lysander, but by the chubby kidnapper from the previous day.
He had taken her phone and turned it off right before her eyes; she remembered it clearly.
The fact that her phone was still off meant that Lysander hadn’t bothered to turn it on and snoop through its
contents. Otherwise, why would he power it on only to turn it off again?
A man of his stature, with influence that towered over others, had no need to be secretive.