chapter852

Thalassa's eyelashes quivered and her face instinctively recoiled.

Lysander's movements stilled as a layer of icy chill cloaked his eyes, "Still not used to me yet?"

Thalassa avoided his gaze and dropped her eyelashes, "No, I'm just not feeling well. I'm not in the

mood..."

Lysander's deep gaze lingered on her for a while, but he didn't insist. Instead, he pulled her into his

embrace, holding her close and saying nothing. "Sleep," he commanded.

He knew she wasn't emotionally well. He would give her time to completely let go.

Moments before, Thalassa had been tensely facing away from Lysander. His warm breath on the back

of her neck made her feel threatened.

Now, she was facing him and being wrapped in his arms. Her cheek nuzzled against his firm chest and

could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat. It turned out that she was somehow less afraid.

Her fatigue overcame her and she fell asleep quickly.

...

When Thalassa went to work, Ethan sent her to Leopold's studio. The Crawley Group had a contract

with Leopold's studio, but now that Leopold was gone, the contract needed to be renegotiated.

Thalassa arrived at the studio Leopold had created.

Her heart was heavy as she prepared to enter. It took several deep breaths before she could muster

the courage to step inside.

She expected to find just a few people, but to her surprise, every workstation was filled. There was not

a single truant employee. Each one was diligently working, everything in order.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" A young woman approached and inquired politely.

Thalassa was pulled from her thoughts by his question, "This is Leopold's studio, right?"

She hadn't gone to the wrong place, had she?

Leopold was dead, but his studio was running smoothly. With the boss gone, who were these

employees working for?

"Yes, this is the studio Mr. Sinclair founded. I was Mr. Sinclair's assistant in his lifetime. You can call me

Lily," the woman responded.

She lowered his gaze and carried a hint of sorrow in her voice, "Poor Mr. Sinclair. No one expected him

to leave us so suddenly. Just the day before the accident, he had promised the families of those two

workers that he would find a solution from the Sinclair Group. But he died before he could get an

answer."

Lily was the colleague who had been helping Leopold deal with the victims' families. She was also

Leopold's assistant.

Thalassa asked, "You're saying Leopold had a confrontation with the families of the two workers who

died in the explosion the day before he died?"

Lily confirmed her question, "Yes, we were all angry but Mr. Sinclair stayed calm and promised to get

an answer and compensation from the Sinclair Group. How could he suddenly jump off a building? I

just can't understand..."

Thalassa was left with a huge doubt. Leopold had been determined to get an answer for the workers'

families and he even promised as much. Why would he kill himself before he could fulfill his promise?

It didn't make sense.

"Lily, come and see this. The Sinclair Group has released a statement. The explosion case has been

solved and a conclusion has been reached," Amelia suddenly emerged from the manager's office, her

phone in her hand and excitement on her face.

Lily hurried over.

Seeing Amelia, Thalassa finally understood why Leopold's studio was still running smoothly after his

death. Amelia had been managing things in his stead.

Thalassa also approached, joining Lily to see what was on Amelia's phone.

The screen displayed a news article.