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.

were a stranger

Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too intimidated to speak.

all bent over backwards to flatter him,

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

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

red, feeling

few bottles of the good stuff stored

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

snapped out of her daze and

the lounge, she took deep breaths,

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

by the alcohol, could

a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

the day in his office when he had demanded she kneel before him,