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

other 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 him, unable to straighten their

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

from Dante, saying, “Mr.

turned red,

stored here at the bar. I’ll

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

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

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

though

by the alcohol,

mistake? Would Lysander

office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear

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