The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1276

“What do you consider to be right?” A cold voice resonated through the room.

He hadn’t arrived yet, but his presence was already felt by everyone nearby.

Without turning, Thalassa knew it was Lysander.

She didn’t look back, continuing to eat her oatmeal, lost in her own world, when the seat beside her was taken by a towering figure with an unmistakable aura.

As Lysander sat down, a chill seemed to emanate from him, making Thalassa slow her spoonfuls of oatmeal.

Callum’s face turned even sourer, his previously amiable gaze darkening.

Evelyn offered a nervous smile and greeted, “Mr. Sinclair, you’re up early. What would you like? I’ll go get something for you.”

“Mom, let me,” Thalassa stood up, her steps taking her towards the breakfast buffet.

Lysander was a man of unpredictable moods, quick to anger.

what might set him off, and if Evelyn irritated him, the outcome wouldn’t be

let her mother

of pickles

panicked at the sight of Thalassa’s choices and scolded, “What are you doing

have the same needs. The buffet offered simple

five-star establishment. It was just a modest hotel, and modest food was

Thalassa called out, a

her tongue, not daring to look at Lysander, fearing his reaction and what he might

tensed, thick with apprehension, as Evelyn feared they might be

the silence, “I’ve never tried

he picked up a pickle with

would spit it

privilege. Surely, he hadn’t eaten such simple

not for those with delicate stomachs, especially not for

edge, Lysander swallowed the pickle and, to everyone’s surprise, a smile played on his lips,

fraught with nerves, Thalassa remained calm,

chuckle broke the