The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 994

Lucy had been itching to ask the question, restraining herself until Thalassa was seated at the dinner table. She couldn’t care less whether Thalassa was going to eat the food or not.

Inviting Thalassa to lunch was just a ruse, a courtesy for Bruce’s sake. If Lucy had it her way, she’d march right over to Thalassa’s place, grab her by the hair, and demand to know what she was up to with Bruce last night!

Bruce hadn’t come home all evening, leaving Lucy tossing and turning, a sleepless mess.

She’d called him repeatedly in the early hours; he didn’t pick up. Later, when she called again, his phone was conveniently switched off.

Knowing Bruce’s roving eye, Lucy figured that if he wasn’t home at night, there was always another woman.

She felt like ants on a hot griddle, desperate but helpless.

Finally, daylight came, and so did Bruce.

him immediately, demanding to know where he’d

out with Thalassa, stating they had spent the night together. “Thalassa is my daughter,” he said. “What could we possibly be doing?”

it as a meal invitation to accept Thalassa as Bruce’s daughter, with the true intent of grilling her in front of Bruce about the specifics of their interaction. Lucy’s questioning was urgent, blunt, and direct.

cutlery in hand, and glanced

the phone about the situation and the reason for

slip up; if she did, her mother’s video might become a bit

looked up, startled by Lucy’s interrogation, and caught Bruce’s icy glare, which was laden with silent threats.

tension and anger tightening her breath, Thalassa didn’t answer Lucy directly. Instead, she retorted, “Being Bruce’s daughter, we naturally had matters to discuss. What else could it be? Or are you implying something else? Bruce is your husband. Are you genuinely suspecting him of something inappropriate with his own daughter?

a look laced with scorn

that Bruce was worthless, a jab at

clearly. At home, Lucy had him under her thumb, leaving him breathless.