The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 53

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

Her eyes were blinking nervously, her eyelashes trembling, and her voice was weak and helpless: “Mr. Sinclair, don’t lose it; let me go first; I can’t breathe.” She was wearing a tight V-neck shirt, the collar was tugged up by him, his fist was pressing on her throat, and his knuckles were blocking her breath. Her throat was so hurt that she was nearly suffocating

Thalassa was very scared. In front of the manly Lysander, she felt as weak as an ant; he could squash her at any moment.

Lysander was staring at her coldly, her cheeks were turning red due to a lack of oxygen. Looking down, her short skirt was pulled up by him, and her thighs were about to be exposed.

the box, the three other

would inevitably land on Thalassa’s

and

balance and her body was falling backward. She tried her best to steady

to the ground.

tray and the red wine she was holding

into pieces on

wine was splashed

heart breaking; she didn’t care about the pain in her buttocks, her eyes were wide in

red wine were mixed together creating small

ground, and knelt down. Looking at the mess on the floor, she grabbed her hair, and screamed:

handle the pressure so she started crying.

pay it off

to make

less, and she was