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

Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence,

seated, they all bent over backwards to flatter him,

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

from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair

turned red,

stored here at the bar. I’ll have my secretary fetch

Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name;

daze and quickly said, “Right

soon as she left the lounge, she took

his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity

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

made a mistake? Would Lysander subject

demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run