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.

Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He took

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

they all bent over backwards to flatter

a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a

the bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

face turned red, feeling

of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll have my

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

daze and quickly said, “Right away.”

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

though Thalassa detested him,

were damaged by the alcohol, could

made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such cruelty?

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