The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1016

Of course, Lysander couldn’t hear Thalassa’s silent prayers. He lifted the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.

Thalassa’s heart, which had been fluttering like a trapped bird, sank into the depths of despair as she watched the red wine sliding down Lysander’s throat. He had drunk the wine, and with it, her last sliver of hope seemed to dissolve.

Just like Joshua had earlier, Lysander set the half-empty glass back on the table. His piercing, icy gaze shifted to Susan on his side, and his voice, low and threatening, broke the silence, “Is your little performance over, Susan? What’s your game?”

Susan, who had been smirking triumphantly at Lysander’s sip of the wine, felt a sudden pang of panic at Lysander’s interrogation. Did he suspect something was wrong with the drink? Her heart raced with fear, but she quickly regained her composure. If Lysander had truly suspected the wine, he wouldn’t be asking about her intentions.

He wouldn’t doubt the drink; he was only questioning

confided in me, complaining about not wanting to be around you, claiming you forced her to do things against her will. She wanted to throw you my way, and I believed her. I thought

seduce you. I realize my mistake, and I won’t dare again. Could you

each word Susan spoke, the air around Lysander seemed to grow colder, more oppressive. His gaze

was being sliced open under his piercing stare. Susan’s talent for

her pocket, startling her enough to halt her words. She caught Lysander’s

anxiety. She dared not take the phone out, nor answer the call. If it was

briefly, his voice heavy with authority.