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 had discovered Thalassa wasn’t actually

phone and hadn’t heard a

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

to help Susan get close to Lysander?” Lucy asked, her confusion

edge. His teeth clenched, his forehead veins more pronounced, he glared at Lucy as though wishing her out of existence.

my files?” Bruce demanded, his voice a sharp blade as

a secret, considering the semblance of a marriage he and Lucy still had. He had been wary of Lucy controlling all their investments in the stock market, aware that she was the only one who could cash out

for the sake of money, even

with every penny gone, there was no more facade to keep. Bruce was

stammering, “I didn’t touch your phone