The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1296

Thalassa’s gaze on Susan was like staring at a snake in the grass. With each smug curl of Susan’s lips, a smoldering anger built within her, itching to leap forth in the form of a stinging slap across her smirking face.

And then there were the others, Lucy and Bruce, tightening her chest with scorn.

But Ethan was right. Even if she couldn’t muster the will to do it for herself, she had to think about her children.

Swallowing the bile of her rage, Thalassa spoke up, “Mr. Ethan’s right. The flowers were meant for Susan, as a thank you for saving Lysander.”

Susan reared up like she’d been struck by lightning, her face twisting into an ugly snarl as she pointed accusingly at Thalassa. “Thank me? What right have you to thank me on behalf of Lysander? You’re nothing to him. Just a plaything he hasn’t grown tired of yet. Soon enough, he’ll kick you to the curb. And here you are, shamelessly offering thanks in his stead. How dare you?”

Bolstered by her act of heroism, Susan’s arrogance knew no bounds.

dared to lash out at Thalassa, even with Ethan present, not caring

eyes, Thalassa was an attempted murderer while she was

affirmed when he

straw. With a rage that burned like wildfire and threatened to burst from

and “smack!”—the slap cracked across Susan’s

jerked to the side, her eyes wide with shock, her cheek stinging fiercely as a ringing

from Lysander as precious as a golden apple from Greek mythology, stood frozen. She had been moments

fruit, her face

hovered as confusion took

same daughter currently held in high esteem by Lysander, the daughter upon whom Bruce

child, Evelyn’s offspring from an affair,