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.

spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He took a seat where Ethan had gestured.

icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too intimidated to

bent over backwards to flatter

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

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

face turned red,

stuff stored

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

daze

soon as she left the lounge, she took

though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of

the alcohol,

mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such cruelty?

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