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.

on her

to contact Hertha for help, but her

through the room for a suitable charger, but to no

chargers in the room, but neither of them can be used.

dead. Without a charger, she was cut off from the

anxiety grew stronger, and she found it impossible to rest.

her heart pounded

soon it was

no one came looking for her.

was as if she didn’t exist in

set, nightfall

Lysander’s

had to face the reality. Come seven in the evening,

the engine of his

tighter as she remained

listening to the faint sounds

wave of cold, intimidating

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