The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 992

“Invite me to lunch?” Thalassa thought she had misheard, her response tinged with disbelief.

“Yeah, my wife found out you’re my daughter. She’s been pretty harsh to you and your mom before, and I was making a scene about getting a divorce. Now she’s regretful and wants to invite you over for a meal, apologize, and accept you as my daughter.” Bruce emphasized the word “daughter” as if to remind Thalassa of her newfound, publicly acknowledged status.

“And why exactly should your marital spats involve me?” Thalassa spat back with contempt. If it weren’t for Bruce’s despicable threat of leaking that video online, she wouldn’t even consider picking up his calls.

“Are you saying you don’t want to come?” Bruce’s voice, once feigning kindness, turned icy.

“Why should I have to?” Thalassa struggled to keep her anger at bay, her disgust evident.

“Let’s put it this way. I didn’t come home last night, and my wife was checking up on me. I told her I was with you-my daughter. What could I possibly do to you? She didn’t believe me. She wants you to come over for a meal to figure out if we were really together last night.” Bruce’s voice was cold and unadorned with any pretense.

Thalassa felt a tightness in her chest, a suffocating pain fueled by fury.

phone so hard she thought it might

to

vile and utterly devoid of

he had the gall to use her status

her breathing ragged with rage, biting down on her anger to

timing. I’ll send you the address. I expect to see you within the hour, otherwise, I’ll be sending out something else, Bruce’s loathsome voice

would come. He had given her plenty of

with anger, her brows knitted tightly, the phone in her hand a testament to her restraint from

phone wasn’t to blame. It was Bruce who deserved

to Bruce’s for lunch? She’d

the perfect opportunity to get his home network’s

the kids at