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.

sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the

intent, his aura oppressive, making everyone else

breaking Callum’s wrist, his grip did not

reached for Lysander’s hand in an attempt to pry it loose, but despite her efforts, his hand remained immovable.

piercing as the edge

let him go. If you keep this

towards her, its icy edge momentarily startling her into

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

to change the situation.

He shouldn’t be caught up in

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

she would only cause

cupping his cheeks,