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.

on her heel

had planned to contact Hertha for help,

room for a suitable

two chargers in the room, but

phone was dead. Without a charger, she was cut off

stronger, and she found it

she paced in the master bedroom, her heart pounded with

by, and soon it was afternoon.

her room, and no one

as if she didn’t exist in the Royal Estates.

set,

with the thought of Lysander’s return, her

face the reality. Come seven in the evening,

the engine of his car in the

nerves wound tighter as she remained vigilant.”

her room, listening to the faint sounds outside.

wave of cold, intimidating