The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 370

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.

breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped up

Hertha for help,

scrambled through the room for a suitable charger, but to no avail.

but neither of them can be used.

Without a charger, she was

and she

she paced in the master bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and

and soon it

room, and no one came looking for

didn’t exist in

set, nightfall came.

of Lysander’s return,

the reality. Come seven in the

of his car in the

wound tighter

in her room, listening to the faint sounds outside.

and a wave of

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