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.

turned on her heel and stomped up the

had planned to contact Hertha for

through the room for a suitable charger, but to no

in the room, but neither of

phone was dead. Without a charger, she

she found it impossible to

paced in the master bedroom, her heart pounded

by, and soon it was afternoon.

didn’t leave her room, and no one came looking

didn’t

set, nightfall came.

tense with the thought of Lysander’s return, her

she had to face the reality. Come seven in the

his car in the driveway.

wound tighter as

in her room, listening to

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