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.

a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He

visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence,

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

despite your busy schedule, took the time to be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of red

grabbed the bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

red,

have a few bottles of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll have

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

daze

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

leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the

retinas were damaged by the alcohol, could he go blind?

mistake? Would

office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through her.