The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 458

Thalassa listened as her breath hitched in her throat and her body tensed up. Her eyes were cast down, unwilling to meet Fitch’s gaze.

All of the reports Fitch was giving were about matters he had handled on her behalf, cleaning up the mess she had inadvertently created. But how could the circular pendant have disappeared?

Could it be that when she was hallucinating from the mushroom poisoning, she mistook the antique artifacts for carrots and accidentally swallowed the pendant?

But she hadn’t felt any discomfort or pain in her stomach. And nothing unusual had happened when she went to the bathroom these past few days.

Lysander’s presence seemed to grow colder. His deep gaze flicked towards Fitch before giving a dismissive wave.

Fitch bowed respectfully before retreating.

Soon, the servants, along with Fitch, began to bring out platters of delectable food, both large and small.

A wave of mouthwatering scents wafted through the room.

The aroma infiltrated Thalassa’s nostrils, teasing her senses. The delicious smell was so tantalizing that she could feel her mouth starting to water.

towards the dining table. At the center of the table was a gigantic lobster, its hue a rich and deep red. It was surrounded by an array of colorful flowers,

sight was enough to make

the lobster, there were other dishes. Fried soft-shell crab, grilled shrimp, glazed ham, chicken drizzled in a durian sauce, and a light melon soup

table full of diverse,

feast for both the eyes and the palate.

a loud, audible

been able to resist the temptation, and

stomach and

didn’t notice, did he?

her through the dissipating smoke, and after extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, he stood up and walked towards the dining table. “Let’s eat.” Thalassa’s

Fitch, armed with a knife and fork, expertly cut into the lobster tail, extracting a large chunk of tender lobster meat and placing it in Lysander’s dish. Lysander then picked up the piece with his fork and dropped

taken aback but quickly said, “Thank

as the words left her mouth, Lysander’s gaze turned towards

the weight of his stare, Thalassa instinctively retracted her neck, feeling

she said

and not speak anymore. Talking less meant making