The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 371.

Lysander’s eyes were dark and chilly, his icy gaze threatening to freeze her. His teeth clenched in frustration. He snarled, “Starving yourself now, huh? Good for you.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and his aura was cold and oppressive.

Thalassa bore his anger, her delicate brows furrowed as she fought for her freedom. “Let me go. You can’t keep me locked up forever.”

She had to get back. Her children needed her, and she needed them.

“And why not? You don’t want to eat, right? Fine, from now on, you won’t have to.” With that, he gripped her nape and dragged her out of the master bedroom, out of the grand hall of the Royal Estates, and into the backyard.

In the backyard was a small bungalow. The butler, seeing him approach, promptly opened the bungalow door.

Lysander roughly pushed her inside, throwing her into the bungalow, his voice filled with suppressed anger. “From now on, you’ll stay here. You’re not allowed to eat without my permission!”

With that, he turned and left the bungalow, returning to the main villa hall.

If anyone lets her in or

stammered his agreement, “Yes, sir.” and quickly closed

was baffled and ‘hurt, rubbing her sore neck as she looked around. The bungalow was

jars, and paintings appeared to be antiqués. Some

numerous oil paintings on the walls and the array of vases, jars, and brooches on the

the paintings and examined the vases, jars, and brooches. Her eyes fell on a small circular pendant.

tiny, no more than a centimeter in

as if she had seen it

of a toy store during a shopping trip. Sophial had loved it so much that

Lysander’s collection was identical to Sophia’s toy pendant. It was

anything can be duplicated into