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.

ordeal, Lysander didn’t spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him.

icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence,

seated, they all bent over backwards to

with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle

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

face turned red,

of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll have my secretary

go to the bar and mention my

of her daze and quickly said, “Right

she left the lounge, she took deep

leering, and though Thalassa

by the

if she made a mistake? Would

he had demanded she kneel before him,