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.

not wanting

was iron-hard, pulling her close to his side.

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

gritted in hatred, yet unable

have on Evelyn. The sheer panic of losing

spotted someone

surged within her.

a man and a woman, seemingly intimate, the woman sporting what looked like a bridal veil, heading

room.

rendezvous with a touch of romance.” As the distance between

her sole chance for rescue; if missed, she’d

mother, who was still trapped in a web of trauma? Her four children

let Bruce destroy

as they were about to pass the stranger, Thalassa stumbled, careening into

by the shoulders, annoyed, “Watch where

skipped a