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Chapter 1008
Lysander strode into the Draven International Hotel’s banquet hall with Thalassa at his
side. The event was a curious blend of ancient charm and modern extravagance, with
fossil displays that might have belonged in a museum rather than a social gathering.
Instead of the usual buffet of appetizers and entrees, the long tables were laden with an
array of jade jewelry-pendants, bracelets, circular pendants, and all manner of trinkets. It
seemed less like a party and more like an upscale antique market.
The attendees were all significant business magnates, each impeccably dressed in tailored
suits, exuding an air of affluence and propriety. Their interactions laced with the polite
formalities of a bygone era of scholars and artists.
Thalassa, grateful for her choice of understated attire, remained close to Lysander,
relieved not to draw attention. She preferred the shadows to the spotlight, aiming to
diminish her presence rather than accentuate it.
“You’ve made it, Lysander.” greeted Richard Draven with effusive warmth. His expression
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbrightened as he noted Thalassa, who was standing by Lysander’s side. “And Thalassa,
what a pleasure to see you again.” He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing full well the
trouble he’d have faced with Lysander if any harm had come to her the previous night.
Thalassa nodded politely in response, choosing not to engage in conversation. She
recalled that Ethan had told her that Richard called him last night and asked for her
number, undoubtedly to ensure she was escorted home safely – a plan foiled upon finding
her missing. It must have been Richard who alerted Lysander to her disappearance. How
else could Lysander have abruptly appeared at the Crest Summit hotel in the accompany
of a bunch of people with such urgency?
“Mr. Joshua is awaiting your presence in the private room, Lysander. I’ll lead the way.”
Richard said, his tone shifting to one of seriousness.
He led the way, and Lysander walked behind him. In comparison to the latter’s august and
intimidating manner, Richard looked almost like a pageboy.
As they passed through the banquet hall, Lysander’s innate aristocratic demeanor drew
the gaze
of many an entrepreneur. They dared only to sneak furtive glances, not brazen enough to
stare openly.
Thalassa could feel the weight of the collective attention as she followed behind them. It
was not on her, but on Lysander. By his side, she too basked in the limelight, albeit
vicariously.
“Mr. Joshua, Mr. Sinclair has arrived.” announced Richard, pushing open the door to the
private room with a hospitable smile.
Joshua rose to greet Lysander, his imposing frame and broad shoulders indicative of a man
who, despite middle age and a few lines of wisdom, still retained a mature, rugged
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handsomeness that hinted a charm in his younger ages.
“Lysander, you’ve grown more distinguished with the years.” Joshua remarked, clasping
Lysander’s shoulder with a warm, affable grin.
“Joshua, you’ve not lost your edge.” Lysander replied. It had been five years since an
injury had landed him in Thalassa’s barn, entwining their fates. After their encounter, he
had searched for her but only to believe she had perished. Then he sought treatment
abroad, where his correspondence with Joshua had deepened.
Lysander and Joshua shared a camaraderie akin to distant brotherhood.
Thalassa watched and astounded as Lysander uttered a compliment. To her surprise, that
man who was always so stern, so cold, was capable of praise. It was as if she had
witnessed the sun rising from the west.
“Ha! Lysander, you’ve learned the art of conversation. That’s refreshing. You seem vibrant
than the silent and stoic man I knew.” Joshua laughed heartily and patted Lysander’s back.
“Come, take a seat. There’s much I wish to discuss with you.” Joshua invited. He re to his
seat and gestured for Lysander to join him across the table.
Lysander sat, and Thalassa, unsure of her place, remained standing beside him, feel very
much like an unobtrusive servant waiting to attend to his needs.
“And you too, Miss. Please take a seat. Don’t be shy. Sit by Lysander; it’s all right.” Joshua
said kindly to Thalassa, alleviating her awkwardness with the grace of a benevolent elder.
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