The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 370

The man on the other end of the line was as cold as a winter wind, chilling to the bone.

His voice was icy and devoid of warmth as he commanded, “From now on, not even a grain of bread should reach her!”

Fitch felt a chill running down his spine, his heart pounding for Thalassa, but he dared not defy Lysander’s orders. He managed a response, “Yes, Mr. Sinclair”

The line went dead before he could finish his statement.

Fitch looked up at Thalassa, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with anger yet a glimmer of hope.

Feeling sorry, Fitch suggested, “Ms. Everhart, perhaps you should rest in your room.

Upon hearing his words, Thalassa knew she had failed.

She had used hunger as a weapon, yet Lysander still refused to let her go.

Thalassa clenched her fists, her heart aching with pain and anger. Her breathing became heavy as she stood there, processing the harsh reality.

heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped

contact Hertha for

room for a

two chargers in the room, but neither of them can be

Without a charger, she was

anxiety grew stronger, and she found

in the master bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and discomfort.

soon it was

leave her room, and no one came looking for her.

didn’t

sun set, nightfall came.

with the thought of Lysander’s return, her

face the reality. Come seven

heard the engine of his car in the driveway.

already taut nerves wound tighter as she remained

stood silently in her room, listening to the

creaked open, and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into