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.

was revolted, resisting, not wanting him

iron-hard, pulling her close

her ear, “Make one more move, and I’ll release your mother’s

yet unable to resist

would have on Evelyn. The sheer panic of losing her

of the elevator, Thalassa spotted someone

surged within her.

a woman, seemingly intimate, the woman sporting what

room.

spice things up,” the stranger thought, “a hotel rendezvous with a touch of romance.” As the distance between

chance for rescue; if missed, she’d

trapped

let Bruce

to pass the stranger,

by the shoulders, annoyed, “Watch where you’re going, will you?”

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