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.

breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped

had planned to contact Hertha for help, but

scrambled through the room for a suitable charger, but

but neither of them can be used.

was dead. Without a charger, she was cut off

stronger, and she found it impossible

the master bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation

soon

room, and no one came looking

if she didn’t exist in

the sun set,

with the thought of Lysander’s return,

Come seven in the

engine of his car in the

tighter as she

silently in her room, listening to the faint sounds

of cold, intimidating air swept into the room.