The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 974

“Look, whether I spill the beans or zip it, that’s my call. And who the hell are you to question me?” Callum shot back with a challenging glare.

The hotel manager, fuming by now, squared up to him. “I may not have a say in your business, but make no mistake-you’re not dragging me down wit you. You’re not walking out of here today, not on my watch!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Callum replied coolly.

Without another word, he turned his back on the manager and strode toward the exit.

The manager was a portly man, his beer belly a testament to many a night spent indulging in the bar. With fists clenched in anger, he resembled a bull about to charge, eyes locked on Callum, ready for a showdown.

As Callum approached, the manager let out a guttural roar and lunged forward, aiming to tackle him to the ground.

However, Callum’s foot shot out before he could close in, landing a solid kick to the manager’s gut. The hefty man flew backward, landing with a thud 1 echoed through the lobby, pain etched across his face.

immediately halted in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were just hired hands making a modest wage, and risking their lives wasn’t in

away, his tall frame disappearing out of

radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably. He watched helplessly as Callum left, frustrated and worried about what secrets might be revealed about his establishment.

he knew he was

helicopter, and only then did she realize he had

life, the sound reverberating across the open fields, bending the plants around them in the wake of the powerful

Thalassa felt her heart leap into her throat, fear gripping her as she instinctively

his presence overwhelming, causing her heartbeat to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away,

away, all belonging to Lysander’s entourage of bodyguards. How many people had he brought

though Lysander didn’t love her, he

landed on the Sinclair Group’s rooftop