The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 77

After Thalassa had finished speaking, she was ready to leave.

Alaric glanced at Lysander, who looked tense and deep in thought.

Alaric burst into laughter, saying, “Who said we don’t need your wine anymore? Come, pour a glass for Lysander.”

Thalassa stopped and turned around.

She glanced at Lysander, who looked indifferent and composed, not even sparing her a glance

Thalassa thought to herself, maybe she was just being too sensitive. After all, Zola only sent them to sell wine.

Wasn’t she here to sell wine and make money?

She uncorked the red wine and poured a glass for Lysander

Meanwhile, Hertha also opened a bottle of red wine and started pouring for the other three.

The lady that Alaric had kept was sitting next to him. She was dressed provocatively and began snuggling up to him.

Alaric didn’t refuse her advances. Instead, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms, looking very delighted.

Hertha looked at them, feeling very unhappy. As

Poured wine into Alaric’s glass, she was so preoccupied with watching Alaric and the lady that she didn’t notice when she overfilled the glass, causing red wine to spill onto the table.

Lysander was annoyed, and he frowned. “Are you here to make trouble? Back offf”

Lysander’s voice was intimidating and chilling Hertha got so scared that the bottle of red wine slipped from her hands..

The wine poured out like a flood, spilling onto the table and flowing onto the pants of the four men sitting around the table.

the spill, his expression as cold

verge of tears, kept

completely at a

tight with anger, looking as though he was about to

wine off him. “Mr. Sinclair,

anxious to calm Lysander

through, she suddenly felt that something was off.

She stopped abruptly

lifted her gaze to meet Lysander’s deep eyes and his tightly pursed lips. It seemed like his cheeks were trembling

was about to punish

hands in surrender. 1 swear I didn’t mean to, do you believe

face was grim, and he gritted

Thalassa fell silent.

the escalating tension between the two of them as sparks flew in

with the lady in his arm and a glass of wine in his hand, looked on

getting more and

napkins and began wiping the wine off their pants,

main entertainment recently was watching Lysander’s

of what to do. She saw Alaric with another woman and felt both anxious and angry; her round cheeks became flushed and puffy, like a

to get out of control,

behind

that Hertha was still standing there. He turned around, grabbed her wrist, and led

was shocked. Alaric had

time her skin had touched Alaric’s. Her heart was pounding so hard

had left and quickly stood up, trying to change

to her poor nutrition, felt dizzy and

something soft against his

soft cloud bumping

His throat tightened, and his blood began bolling.