NovelEnglishChapter 1311 Ethan and Thalassa arrived at the commercial shoot location soon.
The ad agency representative greeted them with a warm smile, “Mr. Ethan, welcome. Care for a drink?” Zane handed Ethan a bottle of mineral water, but conspicuously left Thalassat empty-handed.
And then there was that look - a glance shot her way, loaded with an unmistakable distaste.
Thalassa was baffled, clueless about what she might've done to rub Zane the wrong way.
Ethan noticed Zane’s reactions and, with a knowing smirk, passed his own water bottle to Thalassa, “Ms.
Everhart, you take this.” Thalassa knew Ethan was trying to avoid awkwardness, nudging Zane to respect her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut she needed none of it.
She understood why Zane discriminated against her, his gaze brimming with rejection because she lacked a pedigree like Ethan's. She was “merely” an assistant.
In this day and age, snobs were a da dozen.
No point in bickering with a snob.
“No need, Mr. Ethan. I'm not thirsty,” Thalassa declined gracefully.
“Okay,” Ethan replied curtly, before tossing the water bottle back to Zane. “Take it back, then. Your hospitality is a bit too much for me! [x] Zane was red-faced and flustered, then he took the water back.
Ethan's expression cooled as he strode ahead.
Thalassa hurried up to follow.
“Let’s check out the studio. The models should be in there,” Ethan said over his shoulder to Thalassa.
“Sure,” she acknowledged.
Stepping into the studio, they were greeted with a palpable tension. This sort of commanding presence wasn’t something just anyone could muster.
It was all too familiar to Thalassa. Instinctively tensing, she was now facing a tall, striking figure, a man of undeniable handsomeness.
It was Lysander, again.
1/2 09:06 0 Chapter 1311 He stood by the backdrop, observing the hole on it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbove the backdrop, ropes from the rigging were being lowered right where Lysander stood.
David's voice cfrom behind the canvas, “Mr. Sinclair, this rigging was tricky to angle, and you can’t really see the scene outside through that hole.” Hearing this, Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing that David was recreating the scenawhen she was doing the rigging.
Lysander was assessing the angle, determining which direction was best suited for an accident.
Confronted with this scene and hearing David's words, Thalassa felt her heart sink.
“Lysander, you're here too!” Ethan exclaimed, hopping onto the set and making a beeline for Lysander.
“Lysander, are you here for a business meeting?” Ethan casually bantered, as though they were old pals.
Lysander’'s deep-set eyes flicked towards him, peripheral vision catching Thalassa behind. His gaze swept over her before returning to Ethan, his voice a low rumble, “Scoping out the site.” “Isn't site scouting usually Captain Payne's gig? Since when are you interested in detective work, Lysander?” Ethan teased.
“Mr. Sinclair, we've examined it. From that angle inside, you really can’t see anything outside through that hole,” David emerged from behind the canvas, reporting in.
“Okay,” Lysander grunted, his gaze shifting back to Thalassa standing off the platform.
Feeling his eyes on her, Thalassa quickly looked away, unwilling to meet his gaze.
“Ah, | get it now. Lysander is here to clear Ms. Everhart’s name,” Ethan interjected, his lips curling into a meaningful grin.
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