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.

if she were a stranger to him.

executives were visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too

Lysander was seated, they all bent over backwards to flatter

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

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

face turned red,

of the good stuff stored here at the

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

her daze and

lounge, she took deep

words and leering, and though Thalassa

damaged by the

a mistake? Would

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