The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1220

With a thud, Callum’s cane hit the ground, and without its support, his body pitched forward, bringing him to his knees.

His wrist was gripped in Lysander’s vice-like hand, the pain of his bones threatening to snap slithering into his heart like a venomous snake.

Grimacing through the pain, the muscles in his cheeks taut with the effort to endure, Callum’s usually gentle eyes now sparkled with defiance and a hint of mirth as he looked up at Lysander and said, “That insecure, huh? Even if you snuff me out, you think you’ll find peace of mind?”

Lysander saw the mockery on Callum’s face, and something within him stirred. His voice was cold and ominous, cutting through the air, “And what if I do?”

He tightened his grasp.

A sickening “crack” echoed as Callum’s wrist bone fractured.

“Ugh!” Callum stifled a groan, managing not to scream out loud.

rushing over. She saw the agony etched on his face, sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly,

intent, his aura oppressive, making everyone else hard to breathe.

wrist, his

heart was pounding with urgent concern. She reached for Lysander’s hand in an

dark and piercing as the edge of a

Callum’s safety skyrocketed. She pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you keep this up, his hand will be ruined.”

its icy edge momentarily startling

Lysander’s cold voice was a stark reminder, his chilling presence sending shivers

desperate to

had done nothing to deserve this. He

his leg, and now Lysander

she didn’t do something, she would only

towards Lysander’s face, cupping his cheeks, and pressed her