Faye was in a panic, quickly explaining, âMr. Sinclair, thatâs not what I meant, I really like youâ¦â
âEnough, get out! Lysander cut her off, using a firm tone.
He didnât want to hear her say she liked him anymore.
Faye looked at Lysander with a wronged expression; his attitude left no room for negotiation. Holding back tears, she nodded and left his office.
Halfway out, she overheard Lysander calling David, âGet me the surveillance footage downstairs from the past few days before you come to work tomorrow. I suspect weâve got a traitor among our top ranks.â
Downstairs, wasnât that the floor right below the CEOâs office? That was where the senior management offices were.
Faye felt a chill down her spine and hesitated for a moment, but soon, she acted as if nothing had happened and left.
Just as Faye got back to her office, she received a call from the front desk, âFaye, those two little boys are back. Theyâre looking for Thalassa.â
Faye had just experienced Lysanderâs cold treatment, and her sad emotions had not yet dissipated.
Upon hearing the front deskâs words, she was taken aback and asked, âWhich two boys?â
âMr. Sinclairâs nephews.â The front desk replied.
Fayeâs nerves were instantly on edge as she said, âHold them back, donât let them come up. Iâll be right down.â
After hanging up, she immediately took the elevator downstairs.
Two handsome little boys were seated in the waiting area, looking remarkably similar to Lysander.
Seated next to the boys was a cute, chubby woman with a round face and friendly eyes.
The woman was Hertha, the boysâ officially registered mother.
Seeing the three of them waiting there. Faye instantly felt annoyed.
Weaning high heels, she strutted over.
nice to meet you again, Iâm Hertha. Do you remember me from last time?â Hertha stood up as soon as she saw Faye, greeting her warmly.
Faye gave her a cold glance and scoffed, âA young woman like you is already a mother of four. Itâs true that you canât judge a book by its cover. Your kids wrecked Mr. Sinclairâs office last time. What are they here for now?â
Fayeâs harsh words took Hertha aback, her smile fading to an awkward silence.
Just as Faye was about to send them away, she felt a tug on her sleeve. She looked down to see one of the boys, looking like a little girl, standing next to her, tugging at her sleeve.
She frowned.
The little boy asked in a childish voice, âCan I ask you a question?â
Just as Faye was about to lose her temper, she noticed the receptionist looking at Dorian with a sweet, adorable expression, and other employees passing by were praising the little boyâs cuteness, If she pushed the boy away now, sheâd be the one at fault.
Suppressing her anger and impatience, she forced a smile and said, âWhat do you want to ask? Please leave the Sinclair group as soon as youâre done, this is not a playground.â
Dorian gave her on innocent smile and asked, âWhat should you do if someone is unkind to you and you canât fight back, and they keep chasing you?â
âRun, of course. Run to a safe place and call the police Faye answered without hesitation.
Childrenâs questions often seem naive.
Donan still had a sweet smile on his face as he said, âYeah, we pay for it. We should have called the police.â
Hearing this, Fayeâs face instantly changed.
She was fooled by a four-year-old!
But we were too little to know to call the police, so Hertha had to Upon hearing Donianâs words, Hertha also began to realize that the children were not solely responsible for ruining Lysanderâs sofa. They had been frightened, hiding from someone who was chasing them and accidentally damaged the sofa in the process.
Seeing Fayeâs embarrassed expression, Hertha finally understood!
The person chasing the kids was Faye!
Realizing this, Hertha looked at Faye with anger in her eyes.
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