The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 54

If it weren’t for him suddenly grabbing her collar and letting go, she wouldn’t have lost her balance and fallen, and the wine wouldn’t have shattered.

So it was all about the dough after all!

Lysander finally understood why Thalassa was crying.

He remembered what Isabella had said: she was also pitiful,

to be gambled away by her mother.

For her, that twenty grand was like hitting the lottery.

No wonder she cried so hard, so desperately, and so helplessly

Sorting to every possible means, even risking jail time, only for all her hard-earned money

Lysander pulled out his wallet from his pocket, took out a black card, and tossed it at her: Take it, spend as much as you need, no pin!”

Thalassa caught the gold-edged black card and wiped away her tears. Standing up, she pressed her lips together, sobbed once, and said, “Then I’ll tell the manager the wine is on you guys, I’ll go swipe the card now”

It was his fault to begin with so he should compensate, and Thalassa had no reason not to accept

in the bucket, but for her, it

who broke the wine and he

Thalassa confidently walked out with the card.

the private room, everything was chaotic, and the girls

have thought a part-time waitress would dare to

even tossed her his black card and told her to

them thought they could profit from Mr. Sinclair that day if they could please him, they could hit

if they couldnt make money, they were still willing to butter him

dressed in flashy clothes, more gutsy than the rest, walked up to Lysander, stretched out her hand ready to grab his arm, and cooed,

she was scared

tried to flirt with him, winking and saying, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m good at keeping company,

want.”

Lysander answered

froze in

and said, “Babe, come to me, don’t mess with Lysander. Hes a

sure talk a lot.” Lysander coldly glanced at Alaric and sat down

a woman from the past?” Alaric quickly apologized, but be really did

you can tonight. Dr. Everest is coming tomorrow; you won’t be able to taste anything

Lysander lit up a cigarette, took a puff, and the white

was Celia’s