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 took a seat where Ethan had

visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and

they all bent over backwards to

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

from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks

face turned red, feeling embarrassed.

of the good stuff stored here

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

her daze and quickly said,

took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly.

punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested

by the alcohol, could he go

Would Lysander subject her

she kneel before him, causing a shiver of