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.

looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they

Callum walked away, his tall frame disappearing out

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 and worried about what secrets might

kick, he knew he was no

onto the helicopter, and only then

roared to life, the sound reverberating across the open fields, bending the plants

her heart leap into her throat, fear gripping her as she instinctively grabbed Lysander’s arm.

his presence overwhelming, causing her heartbeat to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened. Lysander simply watched her for

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

shocked and comforted Thalassa. Even though Lysander didn’t love her, he always appeared when

ten minutes later, they landed on