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.

cornered him immediately, demanding to know where he’d been the previous

had spent the night together. “Thalassa is my daughter,” he said. “What could we possibly be

overnight stay. So, she devised a plan, masking 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

paused, his cutlery in hand, and glanced toward Thalassa.

had briefed her over the phone about the

trusted that she wouldn’t be foolish enough to slip up; if she did, her

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

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 and resentment.

Bruce was worthless, a jab at

clearly. At home, Lucy had him under her thumb, leaving him breathless. He recognized the insult in Thalassa’s words.