The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1196

Thalassa listened silently, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular as she absorbed the world around her.

She knew her friend Hertha was defending her honor, and she couldn’t help but agree with her fiery words.

Debby wouldn’t have done well getting out of jail early if she hadn’t figured it out.

Hertha glanced at Debby’s mother, who was still on the ground, wailing and crying, completely ignoring the advice being offered to her.

Hertha’s anger boiled over as she snapped, “Do you think hobbling on one leg to buy your daughter’s freedom is helping her? You’re only making things worse. She’ll become more demanding, more reckless. Let me be clear, we are not going to plead for your daughter, and we certainly won’t forgive her. Thalassa nearly lost her life. Who showed her any sympathy or pity? You want to stay on your knees? Fine, then stay there.”

With those last biting words, Hertha grabbed Thalassa’s hand and steered her around the front of the car, opening the passenger door to let her in.

Rolls-Royce glided smoothly towards them, its engine purring as it pulled up behind Hertha’s car. The door swung open, and out

a short-sleeved shirt and a neatly tied tie, his mere presence seemed to thicken the air, the atmospheric pressure dropping and instilling a

cold mask of aristocratic beauty, his stride purposeful as he approached. The air seemed to ripple with his presence, slowing breaths and chilling hearts.

hand loosened instinctively, fearful of what Lysander

turned to one of sheer terror. Her body began to tremble

to Thalassa to spare Debby, but now, in Lysander’s presence, she

she knew that

the victim forgive someone who had tried to kill

locked on hers. Without a word, the

her hand to meet his. His firm grip enveloped her delicate hand, pulling her close to his side. His other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her into

ground, and it was as if his stare alone could freeze her in place, halting even her trembles, draining the color from