chapter240

A man in a impeccably tailored British-cut suit stepped into the light. His presence was commanding, his features striking in a way that spoke of old-money elegance.

It was Leopold.

Thalassa’s heart sank slightly. She had no desire to revisit the complexities of their past. Beside her, Hertha’s posture stiffened. She remembered how Leopold’s betrayal had once upended Thalassa’s life.

Debby’s demeanor changed instantly. She stood up, her voice suddenly sweet. “Leopold! We weren't sure you’d make it. It’s so wonderful to see you.”

Leopold offered a polite, distant nod to Debby before his focus shifted entirely to Thalassa. His eyes were warm, filled with a lingering intensity.

“Thalassa, it seems fate keeps bringing us into the same circles,” he said, stepping toward her. He reached out as if to take her hand, but Thalassa skillfully shifted her weight, keeping her hands busy with her glass and Hertha’s arm.

“It’s a small city, Leopold,” she said with a polite but firm smile. “We were just celebrating a new professional milestone.”

Leopold’s smile faltered, a hint of regret touching his eyes. “Thalassa, I’ve often wondered... is there a path to forgiveness for past mistakes?”

Debby, seeing Leopold’s singular focus, couldn't hide her resentment. “I don’t know why you’re bothering, Leopold. Some people are destined to stay in the past. She doesn't have the standing to even understand the opportunities you’re offering.”

Thalassa laughed, a light, clear sound. “Some people also find it hard to mind their own business, it seems.”

Debby snapped, her face flushing. “You’ll always be a footnote in our circle, Thalassa. You don't have anyone of consequence in your corner.”

Hertha had finally had enough. She stood tall, her voice ringing out clearly over the table. “Actually, Debby, you couldn't be more wrong. Thalassa isn't looking for someone to save her—she’s already found a partner who respects her. And for your information, her partner is Lysander Sinclair, the head of the Sinclair Group. Now, who was talking about 'standing' again?”

The table went silent. Thalassa felt a sudden wave of heat. She had wanted to keep her private life separate, but Hertha’s protective streak had just ignited a fire she wasn't sure she could put out.