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.”

as she backed away, with Bruce’s sinister and merciless gaze following her. Her retreat was halted by

as he lunged at

shaking her head and kicking at

caught her foot, his hand sliding

His touch sent shivers of revulsion through

was undeterred. But as he pushed up her dress, something felt off. Looking down, he noticed a piece of the black fabric torn away, with jagged edges where it had

stopped abruptly, his gaze 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

unspoken words in her

for help!” he raised

squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for

tension like a knife. The ringtone blared loudly, seeming to fill