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

icy and

bent over backwards to flatter him,

bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of red wine to pour for

“Mr. Sinclair

turned red, feeling embarrassed.

good stuff stored

standing rigidly, he commanded, “Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name; they’ll

out of her daze and

soon as she left the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere

a severe punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the

the alcohol, could he go blind?

mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

in his office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear