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.

if she were a stranger to him.

other executives were visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling

over backwards to flatter him, unable to

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

saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade

red, feeling

few bottles of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll have my secretary fetch them.”

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

out of her daze and quickly said, “Right

she took deep

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

Zane’s retinas were damaged by the alcohol, could

she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

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

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