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.

Lysander didn’t spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He took a seat where

by Lysander’s icy and

bent over backwards to flatter him, unable to straighten their

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

bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr.

face turned red, feeling embarrassed.

few bottles of the good stuff stored here at

rigidly, he commanded, “Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name; they’ll hand over a

of her daze and quickly

the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive

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

the alcohol, could

a mistake? Would Lysander subject

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