The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 917

Thalassa felt the firm grip of Lysander’s hand pulling her around the desk, stumbling until she found herself directly in front of him. He clutched her chin, tilting her head up to meet his piercing gaze. His eyes, seething with unspoken fury, blazed intensely.

“Always Leopold, Leopold, Leopold! You can’t stand to leave his home, can you? Wake up, Thalassa! Leopold’s gone, erased from. this world, never to return!”

Lysander’s voice was edged with anger and heavy with breath. His eyes held a storm of emotions-rage, urgency, and a barely discernible trace of helplessness.

Angry and restless because he couldn’t sway her heart.

A sharp pain stabbed through Thalassa’s chest, a burning ache that quickly spread. The physical pain at her wrist and jaw was nothing compared to the agony emanating from her heart.

The sorrow and endurance Thalassa had kept hidden were exposed by Lysander’s words. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she fiercely met his gaze, determined not to let them fall.

“How did he die, Lysander? You know better than anyone. You were there; you saw him die right before your eyes. Don’t you feel even a shred of guilt?”

her eyes as her voice trembled

Leopold’s death to have Sinclair Group’s PR department announce that the explosion was

choose to address this matter only

how had he

commercial prodigy. His business decisions were undeniably correct! However, they

died because of the explosion, driven to his

close to Lysander, waiting for him to let his guard down so she

of her heart flung open, her pain washed over her like a deluge, and she couldn’t hold

accusations.

the ocean,

Listen to me, Thalassa, I, Lysander Sinclair, will never feel guilt toward anyone! If