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 a seat

Lysander’s icy and

backwards to flatter

Sinclair, that you, 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 in, reaching for a bottle of red wine to pour for Lysander.

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

red,

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

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

snapped out of her daze and quickly said, “Right away.”

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

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

damaged by the alcohol,

mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

she kneel before him, causing