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.

saw the agony etched on his face, sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling

icy intent, his aura oppressive, making everyone else

his grip did not relent,

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

piercing

skyrocketed. She pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you

chilling gaze turned towards her, its icy

should be talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice was

blinked rapidly, desperate to

nothing to deserve this. He shouldn’t be caught up in

until Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg, and now Lysander

she didn’t do something, she would only cause Callum more

face, cupping his cheeks,