Capítulo 51: Chapter 52

Whoa, he actually yanked her up.

That "yank" she mentioned wasn't literally pulling her

Mr. Sinclair, not only was he bad at understanding language, but his comprehension was a bit off too.

Thalassa's feet were off the ground, she was trying her best to stand on her tiptoes. Her other hand was tightly gripping the tray afraid that the red wine inside would fall and shatter.

That was worth twenty grand

On one side was a twenty-grand bottle of wine, and in front of her was the man's cold face, deep inside his eyes. Who knew what he's thinking? Thalassa felt the pressure; her heartbeat was racing, and she was very nervous