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.

few heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs.

contact Hertha for help, but her

room for a suitable charger, but to no avail.

chargers in the room, but neither

a charger, she

she found it impossible to

she paced in the master bedroom, her

and soon it

and no

as if she didn’t exist in the

set, nightfall

with the thought of Lysander’s return, her heart pounded with

the reality. Come seven in the evening, Lysander was back.

the engine of his

wound tighter as she remained

listening to the faint

and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into the