The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 930

Thalassa sidled up to the bar and dropped Ethan’s name. The bartender, true to his word, handed her a bottle of fine Merlot with a knowing nod.

Clutching the wine, Thalassa was about to make her way to the private booth when her phone erupted in her pocket, its vibrations impossible to ignore.

She fished out the device and stared at the number on the screen-unlisted, yet familiar. It had called before and left messages. Even without a contact name, Thalassa knew who it was.

The digits danced ominously on the display, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t want to answer, but the persistent buzzing in her hand was like a devil on her shoulder, reminding her of the terror of not picking up.

Taking a deep breath, Thalassa answered.

“Thalassa, why’d it take you so long to answer?” Bruce’s icy voice oozed through the speaker, as expected.

Teeth gritted, Thalassa shot back, “Bruce, what the hell do you want?”

Her breath came in waves, anger surging within her.

Remember our deal.

of the video again!

Thalassa seethed silently.

edged with a reminder,

threat, laced with

off a necklace at the mall and ended up on the wrong side of Lysander’s fist. Lucky for him, some good Samaritan had rushed him to the hospital; otherwise, he

had shown him Lysander’s formidable

was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, knowing if he could just tie himself to

his wariness of Lysander, Bruce was hellbent on

was a lost cause-Lysander’s woman, yes, but she despised

bask in the reflected glory, have the money-grubbing businessmen

Thalassa managed to reply, swallowing her

Susan, who greeted her with a saccharine smile. “Sweet sister, hand over the wine, will

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.