The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 919

Thalassa’s hand, poised to snatch the phone, froze mid-air. Her eyes reddened, and her fists clenched so tight they trembled as she fixed Bruce with a gaze filled with restrained ferocity. It was a wonder she didn’t lunge at him in a frenzy of rage.

“There’s a café up ahead; let’s sit down and talk,” Bruce said coolly, seemingly unaffected by Thalassa’s fuming anger. His lips were curled in an easy smile as he handed the phone back to her.

Grinding her teeth so hard they might crack, Thalassa snatched the phone and stormed off, her every step radiating suppressed fury.

Bruce, about to speak, noticed she was heading towards the café and wisely chose to save his words, following her with a self-satisfied smirk.

Once settled at a corner table, Bruce ordered an Americano and asked Thalassa if she wanted anything. She stared back icily. “I don’t need coffee. What do you want to say? My time is precious, and I won’t waste it on you!”

Bruce began, lifting his coffee for a sip, “after all, there’s some bond between us, we’re blood. Yet, you show no familial affection towards me. I suppose that’s fair because I never did my duty by you as a father. It’s

so palpable it was almost a living thing. Did she have any idea how terrified he’d been? Thank goodness he’d been lucky

delete that video and stay away from my mom forever!” Thalassa’s voice shook with barely contained anger, and

feigning innocence. “Your mom and I,

sure sign she was about to

it take for you to delete that

quite simple,” Bruce said calmly, as if discussing the weather. “Help my daughter Susan win over Lysander, make sure she becomes his girl, and I’ll delete the video

shock was brief; she quickly regained her composure. Bruce’s intentions were transparent-he’d seen no advantage in dealing with her, so now he wanted Susan to get close to Lysander. If Susan, his own flesh and blood, became Lysander’s

Such wishful thinking!