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

all bent over backwards to flatter him, unable to straighten

Sinclair, that you, despite your busy schedule, took the time to be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share

“Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade

red,

the good stuff stored here

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

daze and quickly said, “Right away.”

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

for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s response left

retinas were damaged by the alcohol,

if she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to

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