The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 952

“Go ahead, scream. The louder you scream, the more I like it,” the man chuckled, his greasy fingers clutching at Thalassa’s collar, eager to rip her clothes apart.

“No!” Thalassa’s entire being revolted, a wave of nausea overwhelming her as she struggled with all her might, the desperation. palpable.

“How can you say no? Just wait till I show you just how brutal I can be. I’m really good at this,” the man sneered, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

“No!” Thalassa’s breath was ragged, her heart pounding in terror. In desperation, she lifted her foot, aiming a fierce kick at him. He caught her foot in his grip, and with his other hand, leisurely continued to unbutton her blouse, a vile smirk on his face. Thalassa felt sick to her stomach, on the verge of vomiting!

Panic and fear raced through her, her mind a whirlwind of chaos and dread, as darkness threatened to engulf her vision. If he dared touch her, she resolved to bite her own tongue and end it all.

Just as the repulsive man was about to undo the second button of her blouse, leaving Thalassa feeling utterly defeated, a sudden noise shattered the tension.

Boom!

room was kicked open

strode in swiftly, grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, and with a mighty heave,

me!” The burly man glared at

true despair and agony. Go collect your cash,” the newcomer, another man with a chilling expression, said to the

found Bruce his lean, well-maintained form and the scholarly

heart, far from being relieved,

in cahoots

protested, unwilling to

phone, his thumb hovering over the send button

kidnapper facing years behind bars. No need for me to

ferocity as he cursed at

at Thalassa, who lay on the ground with

find another beauty, but he couldn’t afford to lose his liberty.