The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1211

Thalassa felt her breath quiver as she pieced together the dominoes of cause and effect that led to this moment. It was a cocktail of humiliation and helplessness – humiliation on behalf of her mother and helplessness in the face of their stark reality.

Bruce, on the receiving end of a hung-up call from Thalassa, was livid. His temple veins bulged menacingly as he fought the urge to slam his phone to the ground.

Lucy caught his wrist just in time. “Easy there, tiger,” she said, her voice laced with worry. “We’re already broke. If you break that phone, we won’t even have the money to buy a new one.”

Her face was a canvas of sorrow, eyes still glistening with the remnants of tears. Tentatively, she probed, “So, did Thalassa agree to lend you the cash?”

“Fat chance!” Bruce spat out the words like venom.

Lucy flinched under his roar but persisted, her voice soft, “But she’s your daughter. How could she refuse to help in your time of need?”

Bruce’s despicable actions, nor the fact that he

other room when Bruce had threatened Thalassa over the phone and hadn’t heard a word of their conversation. It was only Bruce’s near-smash of the phone that had

daughter? I never played the father role in her life, never provided for

did she agree to help Susan get

forehead veins more pronounced,

my files?” Bruce demanded, his

violation of Evelyn and the subsequent video a secret, considering the semblance of a marriage he and Lucy still had. He had been

harmony for the sake of money, even hiding his

gone, there was no more facade to keep. Bruce was

didn’t touch your phone or computer. I don’t know anything about any missing files.”