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.

his face, sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly, his hand shaking as if it were a leaf in

icy intent, his aura oppressive,

wrist, his grip did

reached for Lysander’s hand in an attempt to pry it loose,

and piercing as

pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you keep this

its icy edge momentarily startling her into

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

blinked rapidly, desperate to change the

to deserve this. He shouldn’t be caught up in her

was once fine, until Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg, and

she didn’t do something, she would only

his cheeks,