The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 639

As they exited the venue, Lysander was about to get into his car when Charlotte clenched her fists, seething with anger. She called out to his retreating figure, “Lysander, if you don’t believe what happened back there today, I have more explicit evidence. Actual pictures!”

Charlotte couldn’t wait any longer. She rushed forward, blocking the car door, preventing him from getting in.

Lysander’s sharp gaze fell on her, his aura overpowering and icy.

Charlotte felt her heart pounding in fear, but she didn’t step back. She feigned calmness, took out her smartphone, and brought up the photos.

Holding the phone up in front of Lysander, she said, “I was at a restaurant that day, and I saw Leopold and Thalassa in the restroom. Thalassa wasn’t resisting; she even seemed to be enjoying it. To avoid the photos getting deleted like last time, I didn’t confront them, so I still have the photos. I didn’t want to show you, but you didn’t believe me.”

That day at a restaurant, Charlotte was dining with her friends. She noticed Thalassa and Ethan had also come to the restaurant to discuss work with Leopold. Charlotte kept an eye on them, and when Thalassa went to the restroom, Leopold followed.

She stealthily followed them, and when she saw them hugging, she quickly hid behind a wall, peeped out her smartphone, and took a photo.

restaurant, their actions intimate. She took a photo, flaunting it

Thalassa teamed up to

Leopold, she was accused of slandering

Charlotte was smarter. She showed the photos straight

in front of him, Lysander surely can’t deny

showed Thalassa with her eyes closed, looking sad. Her hands were hanging by her side, showing no intention

behind, his cheek against hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, his expression regretful and

in a TV drama, where two lovers meet after a long separation, their excitement at reuniting and

embrace.

Leopold’s look of finally holding the woman he loved were

air around him seemed to freeze,

scared, her voice trembling slightly. “Lysander…”

my sight!” Lysander bit out, his

phone, began to tremble. “Lysander, this is real. It’s