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

to contact Hertha for help, but her phone had

a

were two chargers in the room, but neither of them can be used.

Without a charger, she was cut off

stronger, and she

her heart pounded with agitation

by, and soon it was

her room, and no

was as if she didn’t exist in

the sun set, nightfall came.

grew tense with the thought of Lysander’s

she had to face the reality. Come seven in the evening, Lysander

the engine of his

wound tighter as

room, listening to

and a wave of cold, intimidating air

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255