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.

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

shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding

they all bent over backwards to flatter him, unable to straighten their

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

grabbed the bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade stuff.”

face turned red, feeling embarrassed.

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

to the bar and mention my name; they’ll hand over

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

lounge, she took deep breaths,

though Thalassa detested him, the

damaged by the alcohol, could he go blind?

if she made a mistake? Would Lysander

when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through