The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 782

Thalassa looked at Betty, whose hand was trembling in mid-air. The necklace hanging from her fingers swayed with her quakes.

A surge of anger filled Thalassa’s heart as she thought of Betty’s attempt to harm her children. Gently, she addressed her children, “Stay with your dad for a moment, darlings. I need to have a word with this lady here. Promise me you won’t wander off, alright?”

The children obediently nodded as Thalassa rose from her seat. In an instant, her gentle demeanor was replaced by a stern one. She approached Betty, glanced at the necklace, and instead of snatching it away. She extended her hand, allowing the chain to fall in her palm. She scrutinized it for a moment before turning her gaze back to Betty.

“You do realize this necklace is one of a kind, yet you claimed it’s yours. If I were to call the police, you’d be charged with theft, wouldn’t you?”

Betty looked panicked, her forehead glistening with tiny beads of sweat. Her face was contorted in agony.

“Thalassa, I made a mistake. I’m sorry,” Betty pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. “I found it in the restroom. I should have returned it to you. I shouldn’t have tried to sell it. I was blinded by greed. Please, forgive me this once. The necklace is yours, here, take it…” Betty hurriedly shoved the necklace into Thalassa’s hands, her movements urgent, as if passing on a hot potato.

Ahead, Lysander’s intimidating presence still loomed over her, his earlier kick not just landing on her body but also crushing her spirit, leaving her terrified.

She had not expected that Thalassa’s backup would be Lysander!

would never have dared to cross

always assumed Thalassa had cunningly ensnared Ethan, hence her relentless jealousy and constant clashes with Thalassa. She had even planned to sell Thalassa’s necklace for some quick cash, thinking no

her eyes sternly fixed on Betty, “What were you planning to do to

I apologize…” Betty nodded hurriedly, without any

the Sinclair Group. So she was in a

knew was no minor figure, but Lysander

narrow her perspective

was wondering whose children these were, who

thought that Thalassa was their mother?

belly, hunching over as she

teeth were chattering. She didn’t dare look directly at Lysander, fearing even the slightest

in front of Sophia, who

harshly to you, and I should have believed what you said. I made a mistake. I hope you can forgive me. You