The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 963

Inside the luxurious private room of an upscale underground casino, the slightly chubby man who had kidnapped Thalassa was going all in with his gambling buddies.

“Roll the dice! If this isn’t a high roll, I’m betting everything I’ve got!” The man slammed a hefty stack of bills on the table, his eyes bulging like a frog’s as he watched the dice shaker covered by a cup.

After pocketing the money from Daniel, his first stop was this den of vice, desperate to win back what he’d lost before.

His opponent, a man in a loud Hawaiian shirt, idly twirled a cigarette between his lips, letting smoke curl into the air.

With a smirk, he taunted, “You sure you wanna bet high?”

“Positive! Roll!” the chubby man insisted.

The Hawaiian shirt guy poised his hand over the cup, ready to lift the veil on fate.

The chubby man’s eyes widened, his heart pounding as he watched, his future hinging on the hidden numbers.

Just as the cup was about to be lifted….

“Bang!”

to the private room

hell is that!” the chubby man snapped, irritation flaring as

phalanx of bodyguards surrounding a man whose presence was as chilling as an arctic

bluster shriveled a bit.

the newcomer, the Hawaiian shirt guy, a seasoned gambler who knew faces, leapt to his feet and hustled over to

do we owe the pleasure of your visit? Today is indeed an

a

toward the chubby man, his gaze

frightened smile flashing across his face. “Mr.

never met Lysander but knew the rumors. A ruthless tycoon, the king of Starhaven’s elite, with a reputation

Lysander approached, the chubby man’s emotions were a whirlwind of alarm and

a bodyguard

a swift kick to

fell to his knees, clutching

knelt down and frisked him, quickly extracting a smartphone from his pocket and

phone-it was Thalassa’s, turned