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.

know where he’d been the

something to sort out with Thalassa, stating they had spent the night together. “Thalassa is my daughter,” he

that would necessitate an overnight stay. So, she devised a plan, masking it as a meal invitation to accept Thalassa

cutlery in hand, and

over the phone about the situation and the reason for

that she wouldn’t be foolish enough to slip up; if

up, startled by Lucy’s interrogation, and caught Bruce’s icy glare,

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? Is his character truly worth nothing in your

Bruce a look laced with

response to imply that Bruce was worthless, a jab

read her meaning clearly. At home, Lucy had him under her thumb,