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.

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 the job description.

the confrontation, Callum walked away, his tall frame

took the manager some time to get back on his feet, the pain in his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably. He watched helplessly as Callum left, frustrated

that kick, he

the helicopter, and only then did she realize he had arrived by air.

across the open fields, bending the plants around them in the wake of the

Thalassa felt her heart leap into her throat, fear

to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened. Lysander simply watched

helicopter, Thalassa saw a line of black vehicles driving away, all belonging to Lysander’s entourage

he always appeared when she was

minutes later, they landed on the Sinclair