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

was iron-hard, pulling

ear, “Make one more move,

yet unable to

would have on Evelyn. The sheer panic of losing her mother was something

Thalassa spotted someone approaching through the blur of the scarf.

surged within her.

seemingly intimate, the woman sporting what looked like a

room.

a touch of romance.” As the distance between them closed, Thalassa’s heart beat like a drum of tension and

rescue; if missed, she’d plummet into an

who was still trapped in a web of trauma? Her

let Bruce

to pass the stranger, Thalassa stumbled, careening into the approaching

her by the shoulders, annoyed,

voice-Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat in desperation.