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.

Today, Hertha was going on a blind date, and she was scared to go alone. So, she asked me to tag along. The guy we met today is

earlier, telling Hertha that if she ever dragged Thalassa to meet someone else, he’d not let it slide, had been about Spencer,

how on earth did Lysander

with a tracker, which meant Lysander knew her every move. That necklace had long been pawned off, the cash still sitting in he bank account. She didn’t have any tracking devices on her, so

Alaric had

her way, a look that

palms clench slightly, unsure

he not

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 moral support. I was really just there as

cold as a glacier, seemed to fly low across the car’s interior,

a beat as she met his gaze. She remembered how, when she and Hertha arrived, Spencer’s eyes had flitted between the two of them, appraising.

Lysander was bothered, displeased?

glance from someone else, and he was ruffled?