Chapter 88

Seeing the gossip fire burning in her mother's eyes, Thalassa shuddered, sensing danger on the horizon.

She laughed awkwardly, quickly changing the subject, "He's the big boss of the Sinclair group, I know of him, but he has no

clue who I am."

Finishing her sentence, she picked up her glass to take a sip of water, avoiding eye contact with Evelyn. She knew if her mom got a good look at her face, with her moms sixth sense, she'd see through her.

Her mom would keep digging and wouldn't let her off.

"So, he's the top dog of the Sinclair group, quite the catch. No wonder he's got that air about him. But how on earth could Isabella have crossed paths with someone like him? Evelyn seemed pleased with the answer.

After all, it wasn't a big deal that Thalassa, being part of the Sinclair group, had seen the big boss.

However, she quickly stumbled onto another question, "Thalassa, if he's running the Sinclair group, why would he be in Hollowbrook?"

"I'm not quite sure, maybe the Sinclair group has some project going on in Hollowbrook, and he's doing a bit of researching." Thalassa said She had asked Lysander the same question, but he wasn't letting the cat out of the bag.

Thalassa's guess seemed to satisfy Evelyn.

"That makes sense big wigs do love to start projects in the boonies where the land's cheap" Evelyn said. "Thalassa, you still need to go on arranged dates you need to find a man eventually Don't worry, I'll find a good one for you this time." Evelyn brought the conversation back to the previous topic

Thalassa sighed, "Mom, quit busting my chops, I'm perfectly fine the way I am."

"What are you talking about?"

""Mom, I'm feeling a bit fatigued," Thalassa interjected with a sigh, her voice carrying a hint of weariness as she sank into the plush embrace of the couch. With a deft flick of her wrist, she powered on the television, seeking solace in the comforting glow of the screen.

As the soft murmur of the TV filled the living room, a tranquil calm settled over the space, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the floorboards. With the absence of her children's lively laughter, Thalassa surmised that they were either engrossed in play within the confines of their rooms or peacefully ensconced in the embrace of midday slumber.

Despite the quietude that enveloped the room, Thalassa remained unperturbed. In the sanctuary of her own fatigue, she found solace, content to while away the hours in the company of the television's soothing cadence.