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.

on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly, his

statue of icy intent, his

breaking Callum’s wrist, his grip did

She reached for Lysander’s hand in an

gaze was as dark and piercing as the

tense standoff, Thalassa’s anxiety for Callum’s safety skyrocketed. She pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you

icy edge momentarily startling

you should be talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice was a stark reminder, his chilling presence sending shivers down

to change the situation.

done nothing to deserve this. He shouldn’t be

his leg, and now Lysander himself was snapping

something, she would only

Lysander’s face, cupping his cheeks, and pressed her lips to