The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 582

Upon receiving the photo, the bodyguard promptly forwarded it to Lysander.

At the Sinclair Group’s CEO’s office, Lysander scrutinized the image on his phone. It was a picture of three people seated at a dining table. His face was shrouded in a gloomy expression. His gaze was frosty and as cold as a winter landscape.

Meanwhile, at a restaurant, in a private dining room.

Thalassa had gone face-to-face with Bruce’s deceit and audacity!

Despite knowing that he was tricking Evelyn out of her money, he continued to sweet-talk her.

What infuriated her the most was that such a fraudulent scheme was able to operate with legitimate business licenses and paperwork.

Even if they called the police, there was little they could have done. At most, it could have been classified as a willing transaction between parties.

Seemingly oblivious to Thalassa’s rage, Bruce continued, “Thalassa, you’re Lysander’s children’s mother. You’ve beaten many women already. It would be best if you secured your own welfare. Lysander has more money than he can spend. If you don’t spend it, someone else will. Why not live a better life? If you don’t know how to spend the money, I can help you. I can help you it, buy real estate, whatever you want…”

reached her limit. Her fists clenched, ready to slam the table in

palpable sense of danger permeated the air as a powerful presence entered, thinning

towards the door to see a tall, long-legged man in a meticulously handcrafted black suit. His aura was icy

strength was enough to

stunned. What was

her as his large hand grabbed her wrist.

Thalassa panicked, “Lysander…”

my money?” Lysander’s gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing

contracted as she hurriedly explained, “It’s not like

gathered here, scheming, and you still want to deny it?” Lysander’s grip tightened as his

her brows, stating, “We have

father…” Bruce hastily revealed his identity, hoping to

passed

speaking, Lysander’s predatory gaze swept towards him,

flustered, vehemently

affected by Lysander’s icy aura, was at a loss. Yet, at that critical moment, her words were firm and angry.