The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1115

Bruce’s pride was deflated like a popped balloon, his face flushed with the shame of public embarrassment. His heart raced with panic as he shot Lucy a glare that could kill. If only Lysander would just get rid of her, he could wash his hands of this mess.

Lysander’s gaze shifted to his entourage of bodyguards. “Help her out!” he commanded.

The bodyguards, each a towering figure of muscle and brawn, began to move. These weren’t just any hired guns; they were trained fighters. If they laid their hands on Lucy, her pretty face might not stay so pretty.

Lucy’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled back a step, her voice quivering with fear. “I…I’ll do it, Mr. Sinclair. Please, I’ll handle it myself.”

The bodyguards paused, allowing her the space. Lucy, fighting back tears, raised her hands and slapped herself across the cheeks. “It’s all my fault, I deserve this for speaking out of turn!”

“That’s not nearly enough!” Lysander’s voice was icy, gripping the room with its authority.

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. Clenching her teeth, she slapped herself again, harder this time. “I deserve it, I do! I’ll never speak out of turn again!”

smack, her cheeks burning from the force she used. She had to make it convincing, fearful that Lysander would demand more if he wasn’t

stung painfully, her head buzzed, and a ringing echoed in her ears. She was relentless in her self-punishment.

the while, she acknowledged her mistake, hoping to

cold approval, thinking she got what she deserved. After the self-inflicted punishment, Lucy looked up at Lysander with panic in her eyes, trying to

his piercing gaze now

wasn’t satisfied, Lucy would have

look, recognizing that he was seeking justice for her, standing up for her. Under different circumstances, she would have been grateful for his support. However, the thought of the night he spent with

all, Lysander was on

now seemed only

“A couple of slaps for a

want to prolong the