Chapter 1358
Susan stepped away from the cold, marble gravestones, her heart heavy with loss. Yet as she dialed Callum’s number, a sly smile played at the corners of her lips, her grief momentarily displaced by a cunning ploy.
“Mr. Gordon, how have you been holding up?” she cooed into the phone, her voice dripping with feigned concern.
“Cut to the chase,” came Callum’s icy reply.
Their relationship was strictly business. There was no warmth there. If Susan was calling, she wanted something. Empty pleasantries were useless to him, and he had no desire to hear them.
Susan didn’t bother with any more niceties. She laughed and said pointedly, “We had an agreement, didn’t we? To drive a wedge between Lysander and Thalassa. That goal has been achieved. Do you have any idea what I had to sacrifice to make that happen?”
“I’m all ears,” Callum responded, his tone as flat as a pancake.
Susan’s fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. She fought to hold back the rage and sorrow as she said, “My parents are dead. It’s because I showed Lysander and Thalassa those incriminating files my dad had hoarded. Lysander flipped and had my dad thrown in jail. Then Thalassa’s mother testified, sealing my dad’s fate with accusations of fraud and money laundering. He was fast-tracked to the electric chair, and my mom… she couldn’t handle his death; she followed him to the grave.
“Oh, congrats on reaching your goal,” Callum said with a hollow indifference that stu Susan to the core.
Human emotions, Susan realized bitterly, are not universal. Her agony was nothing b passing tale to Callum, an insignificant blip void of any real impact.
Callum couldn’t possibly understand her heartache and loss. Even though she had paid dearly, to him, it was all just part of the game.
Susan took several deep breaths to steady herself and quell the turmoil within. She quickly regained her composure and said calmly, “Even though Lysander and Thalassa have split, I’m still no closer to Lysander. It’s unfair, and I can’t stand it.”
“That’s your problem, not mine,” Callum said, about to disconnect the call.
Anticipating his hang-up, Susan hurriedly blurted out, “Mr. Gordon! I need your help. If you turn me down, I’ll spill the beans to Thalassa. I’ll tell her about our little scheme to ruin her relationship with Lysander. Considering how stubborn she is, do you think she’ll ever forgive you once she finds out what you’ve done behind her back?”
Susan knew Callum had followed Thalassa to Eldoria. She didn’t know exactly what had
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transpired between them there, but Thalassa’s coldness to Lysander upon her return was telling enough. Something unpleasant must have happened in Eldoria, and Callum was involved.
It was because of Callum that Thalassa’s image of Lysander had been tainted, allowing
Susan the chance to fan the flames of Thalassa’s resentment.
Callum’s voice dropped an octave, a dangerous edge to his words. “Susan, if you have a death wish, just say it!”
His anger was palpable, seething through the phone.
Susan had crossed a line with her threats, and she knew it. “Let’s not get heated, Mr. Gordon. Hear me out. My plan could be beneficial for both of us,” Susan’s voice softened, playing the card of mutual advantage.
“Mutual benefit? It seems this whole situation is only advantageous to you,” Callum snapped, gripping his phone tightly.
Confined to Eldoria, still recovering from injuries to his leg and wrist, Callum was stuck.
He had no choice but to listen.
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