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.

she turned on her heel and stomped up the

planned to contact Hertha for help,

the room for a suitable charger, but to

room, but neither of them can

charger, she

grew stronger, and she found it impossible to rest.

her heart pounded with agitation and

and soon it was afternoon.

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

if she didn’t exist in the

the sun set, nightfall

Lysander’s return,

face the reality. Come seven in the evening, Lysander

engine of his car

wound tighter

listening to the faint

open, and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into the room.