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.”

and merciless gaze

Bruce chuckled, a predatory grin on his face as he lunged at her. Thalassa screamed, trying to dodge, but Bruce was faster. He pinned her down on

with every ounce of strength, shaking her head

his hand sliding her dress

sent shivers of revulsion through her, making her stomach

off. Looking down, he noticed a piece of the black fabric torn away, with jagged

turning fierce as he stared at Thalassa on 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

read the unspoken words in her fiery eyes.

he raised his hand,

squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the blow.

incoming call cut through the tension like a knife. The ringtone blared loudly, seeming to fill the room.