FreeNovelWatching the scene unfold, Thalassa clenched her fists in fury, her gaze burning into Payton with unbridled anger. He had the audacity to blow smoke right in Lysander's face-a gesture of suprdisrespect! Thalassa seethed with rage, more incensed than if she herself had been the target of such humiliation. Her breathing turned rapid, teeth gritted in anger, ready to confront Payton's audacity. But before she could speak out, David stepped forward, positioning himself between Lysander and Payton, cutting off Payton's contemptuous stare. With a forced smile, he addressed Payton, "Mr. Sinclair, we're in the middle of an investigation. Rest assured, you'll be the first to know once we have any updates." Payton glanced at David with disdain, easily brushing him aside with a scoff. "You're nothing but Lysander's lapdog, barking up the wrong tree." His strength was undeniable as he pushed David aside, stepping closer to Lysander, radiating hostility. David's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and shame. It wasn't the first tPayton had insulted him, but it was the first tin front of Lysander and Thalassa. His pride and dignity felt utterly crushed in that moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA wave of humiliation and discomfort surged within him. He bit down hard, struggling to maintain his composure. Payton, now wielding significant power, was not someone they could easily confront. Like Lysander, they had to bide their time.
Seeing Payton advance on Lysander, Thalassa couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed the handles of Lysander's wheelchair, pulling him back to put sdistance between him and Payton. Stepping in front of Lysander to block Payton's path, Thalassa's face was a mask of serious anger. "Mr. Sinask of maybe it's tyou started collecting sgood karma for your little boy. Less of the nasty talk, fewer indecent deeds." Thalassa had witnessed Payton and Amelia's youngest at the hospital, going into shock and being rushed away for emergency care. The image of Payton and Amelia, frantic with worry, was etched in her mind By appealing to Payton's concern for his son, Thalassa hoped to deter him from further harming Lysander and David.
Payton, as the CEO of the Sinclair group, held considerable influence in both the business and political arenas. Many, eager for his favor, would go to great lengths to please him, much like Wyatt. Lysander was no match for Payton in his current state. To make Payton halt his humiliations, Thalassa had no choice but to leverage what Payton held dear.
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nom At Thalassa's words, Payton's expression darkened instantly, his eyes narrowing into slits of hatred. His hand, previously relaxed, now and formed a tight fist, as if fighting the urge to lash out physically to vent his frustration. Yet, Thalassa stood her ground, her gaze unflinching and pure, reminiscent of a crystal-clear gem.
The intensity in her eyes seemed to quench the fiery rage in Payton's heart. Reluctantly, Payton unclenched his fist, scoffing at Thalassa, "You should save that advice for yourself! As a designer, resorting to plagiarism is a disgrace. Once the truth comes out, you can kiss your career goodbye!"
No sooner had Payton finished than Wyatt slithered up, groveling, "M Sinclair, we have a staff member who claims that designer Thalassa specifically asked to see Zoey's work." "Is that so? Bring that staff member here," Payton commanded.
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