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.

had seen Thalassa and Leopold at a restaurant, their actions intimate. She took a photo, flaunting it in

Thalassa teamed up to delete

she told Lysander about Thalassa and Leopold, she was accused

She showed the photos straight

him, Lysander surely can’t

sad. Her hands were hanging by her side, showing no intention of pushing Leopold

hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, his expression

TV drama, where two lovers meet after

embrace.

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

of irritation rose within him. The air around him

scared, her voice trembling slightly. “Lysander…”

sight!” Lysander bit

holding the phone, began to tremble. “Lysander, this is real. It’s not photoshopped…”