The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 965

Bruce hit the button for the eighth floor, and the elevator began its ascent. With every upward tick of the numbers, Thalassa’s heart raced faster, her nerves frayed tighter, panic clawing at her insides.

Once inside that room, her chances of escape would dwindle to nothing.

No, she wouldn’t let Bruce, that twisted, repulsive man, ruin her.

“Ding…” The elevator reached the eighth floor just as Thalassa was on the edge of hysteria.

In the last second before stepping out, Bruce whipped out a scarf from seemingly nowhere and draped it over Thalassa’s head.

The scarf, matching the duct tape that sealed her mouth, obscured her face so that even if they encountered someone, it wouldn’t be apparent she was gagged.

Then Bruce slipped off his jacket, draping it over Thalassa’s hands that he held behind her back, making it seem as though she was carrying his clothes for him.

To any onlooker, everything would appear perfectly normal.

As the elevator doors parted, Bruce leaned into Thalassa, guiding her by the arm out of the elevator.

wanting him anywhere near

iron-hard, pulling her

more

yet unable to resist

impact the video would have on Evelyn. The sheer panic of losing her mother was something she couldn’t endure again.

out of the elevator, Thalassa spotted someone approaching through the

within her.

stranger saw a man and a woman, seemingly intimate, the woman sporting what

room.

these days really know how to spice things up,” the stranger thought, “a hotel rendezvous with a touch of romance.” As the distance between them closed, Thalassa’s heart beat like a drum of tension and

sole chance for rescue; if

save her mother, who was still trapped in

couldn’t let Bruce destroy

they were about to pass the stranger, Thalassa stumbled,

her by the shoulders, annoyed, “Watch where you’re going,

skipped a