The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1102

When Thalassa thought about Lysander coming to the Crawley Group to pick her up, only to find that she wasn’t there, a secret thrill of delight bubbled up inside her. She felt a wicked urge to giggle.

After all, Lysander was always so domineering; letting him taste defeat once in a while didn’t seem such a bad thing.

But before Thalassa’s mirth could fully bloom, the icy tone on the other end of the phone call sent shivers down her spine. Even through the digital connection, his authoritative presence was palpable.

Quickly masking her amusement, Thalassa steadied her grip on the phone and cleared her throat, “After we hung up, I caught a cab. You didn’t actually go to the Crawley Group, did you? I mean, I thought you were kidding. After all, who would presume to trouble a big shot like you for a mere lift? That would be downright presumptuous of me!”

Her words were a deliberate attempt to feign innocence and deflect any blame for standing him up. And yet, her tone was dripping with irony-not directed at Lysander, but at herself.

A man like Lysander, practically royalty in the Starhaven business empire, wouldn’t ordinarily stoop to collect someone like her-a mere assistant.

spiel, her phone suddenly felt as cold as ice in her hand. Despite the sweltering heat outside, nearing forty degrees, her phone seemed to have plunged to freezing temperatures.

his menacing scowl

managed to infuriate Lysander yet again.

newfound bravado started to wane, and a hint of panic tinged her voice, “Look, I’m already home. If

a reply, she ended

too many things had

of fear, resentment, and frustration towards Lysander-especially since he doubted the paternity of her unborn child. That single second of suspicion was enough for her to keep

of them together in bed made Thalassa’s skin crawl. It was her fault-she had been blackmailed by Susan into drugging Lysander, leaving him vulnerable at the hotel for

couldn’t blame Lysander-it was her own wrongdoing-but the idea of him. actually being with Susan was suffocating,

nowhere, anger flared up within

past, she never would have dared to hang up on Lysander. But now, weighed down by a multitude of troubles, she found herself with