The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1198

Lysander’s topic leap was so sudden that Thalassa was momentarily caught off guard, trying to catch the thread of conversation.

Who was Lysander referring to when he mentioned ‘the man’?

Was it Alaric, or Spencer?

After all, she had met with two men that day.

But seeing Lysander sit there, his presence chilling like a frosty winter’s eve, as if thunder and lightning were his to command and snowflakes danced at his brooding, oppressive mood, Thalassa quickly realized who he was talking about.

It definitely wasn’t Alaric; Alaric was his best mate, and she and Hertha had met him several times without Lysander ever breathing fire and brimstone her way.

It was the meeting with Spencer today that had set him off.

got it all wrong. Today, Hertha was going on a

Thalassa to meet someone else, he’d not let it

how on earth did Lysander know

been pawned off, the cash still sitting in he bank account. She didn’t have any tracking devices

be Alaric had

finished her explanation, Lysander’s deep gaze flicked her way, a look that was one-third oppressive, one-third icy,

Thalassa’s palms clench slightly, unsure what

he not

Thalassa added, “Hertha’s mom was pressuring her to date, threatening to disown her if she refused. She couldn’t say no and thought she’d reject the guy on the spot, but was afraid to do it alone. So, she dragged me along for

he wasn’t sizing up both of you?” Lysander’s voice, cold as a glacier, seemed to fly low across the car’s interior, striking right at Thalassa’s heart.

a beat as she met his gaze. She remembered how, when she and Hertha arrived, Spencer’s eyes had flitted

was bothered, displeased?

glance from someone else,