The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 966

Bruce gripped Thalassa’s shoulders, dragging her to the door of the hotel room. With a flick of his card, the door beeped open, and he pushed her inside, maintaining a firm hold.

Callum had turned his head just in time to see the coat draped over Thalassa’s arms fall as she crossed the threshold, revealing her bound wrists.

A shadow passed over Callum’s eyes.

Bruce, noticing the coat on the ground, had a moment of panic. He swiftly picked it up and, turning back, met Callum’s gaze. With practiced ease, he nodded and flashed a casual smile. “My wife’s in such a hurry that she didn’t even notice she dropped my coat,” he said.

Without waiting for a response, Bruce turned and stepped back into the room. Thalassa tried to bolt out, but with a shove, he pushed her back and slammed the door shut.

His eyes cold, he advanced on her. “I’d advise you to cooperate; it’ll save you some pain.”

sinister and merciless gaze following her. Her retreat was halted by the edge of the bed.

No more fighting,” Bruce chuckled, a predatory grin on his face as he lunged at her. Thalassa screamed, trying to dodge, but Bruce

shaking her

foot, his hand sliding her

out a muffled cry of resistance, filled with despair and disgust. His touch sent shivers of revulsion through her, making

repulsed by her defiance, was undeterred. But as he pushed up her dress, something felt off. Looking down, he noticed a

the bed. “Did you rip your dress to send a signal?” Thalassa’s eyes blazed with defiance and loathing. Though she couldn’t speak, her stare conveyed the message: Yes, I signaled for help. Lysander will be here soon,

words in

raised his

her eyes shut, bracing for

sound of Bruce’s incoming call cut through the tension like a knife. The ringtone