The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 929

In a dimly lit VIP lounge, Zane’s head was forcibly yanked up by one bodyguard as another snatched the untouched glass of bourbon from Thalassa and forced some of it down Zane’s throat before cruelly dousing the rest into his eyes.

“Ah! Mr. Sinclair, I was wrong, and I swear I won’t do it again. Please… have mercy…” Zane’s eyes burned fiercely as he screamed for mercy.

Thalassa, pale as a ghost, stood petrified, too terrified to utter a word.

She had always known Lysander to be ruthless, but witnessing his methods firsthand was utterly chilling.

“Throw him out,” Lysander commanded coldly.

The bodyguards dragged Zane away, his cries fading into the distance outside the lounge.

Thalassa remained frozen in place, not daring to even glance at Lysander.

“Mr. Sinclair, welcome! Please, have a seat,” Ethan greeted with a warm smile, pulling out a chair for Lysander.

as if she were a stranger to him.

by Lysander’s icy and

was seated, they all bent over backwards to flatter him, unable to straighten their

be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed,

from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade stuff.”

turned red, feeling embarrassed.

of the good stuff stored here at

rigidly, he commanded, “Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name; they’ll hand over a bottle of the top-shelf liquor.”

of her daze and quickly said,

as she left the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly.

a severe punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s response left her deeply unsettled.

were damaged by the

made a mistake? Would Lysander subject

when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to