Chapter 797

The man had a crew cut, chiseled features, and a roguish smile. He wore a black shirt underneath his suit, and the top three buttons were undone. It gave him a rebellious and unruly vibe—he wasn't any different from his schooldays. Joshua's expression darkened when he saw the familiar face. "Lysander?" "Well, if it isn't Mr. Newman. Long time no see." Lysander stopped a few steps away and bent down, resting his palms on his knees as he scrutinized Queenie, who was in a wheelchair. "You must be Queenie. You're as pretty as the rumors make you out to be." Queenie was surprised to see him. She didn't expect to run into one of the protagonists of the story Joshua had just told her. Still, she remained calm and said, "Hello, Mr. Thorne." There was no avoiding this if Lysander was determined to get to her. Since he'd already made his appearance, she couldn't show any fear. Otherwise, he would look down on her. Lysander was surprised by Queenie's composure. He straightened up and gave he