The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1313

Thalassa’s breath hitched, her stomach cramped in discomfort-a mix of loathing for Susan and a deep, chilling hurt from Lysander’s previous suspicion towards her.

His hand traced her back, and even through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of his palm, the roughness of calluses tender against her skin.

It sent a shiver down her spine with a mix of fear and palpitations.

Taking a step forward, she dodged Lysander’s touch. “Mr. Sinclair, the lady you care about is here now. You should be tending to her,” Thalassa said coolly, not even sparing Lysander a glance before she turned to leave.

Lysander’s heart twisted at her sarcasm. His brows furrowed, a cold aura enveloping him. “Thalassa, wait up! I’ve got these documents here, and I can’t make heads or tails of them. Can you help me out?” Susan called out, hastening to block Thalassa’s path.

She waved the papers with a smile plastered on her face, addressing Thalassa cheerfully.

Hearing Susan mentioning documents from her father felt like a branding iron searing Thalassa’s heart, burning with the pain of fresh wounds.

what

as she reached

them up high, making them out of Thalassa’s reach.

are you playing at?” Thalassa’s voice

so worked up?” Susan replied, her lips curled in

hospital, when Susan’s hope of staying by Lysander’s side had been dashed, she trembled with hatred. If she couldn’t have Lysander, she

a bedpost notched by countless conquests. He had a peculiar habit of recording every encounter in a file, even printing them out on

didn’t know what Susan was

to light, especially now that her mother had only just begun to recover from

her chest heaving in fury, Thalassa roared, “Give me the

like it, I will. But now that you want it, I’m inclined not to!” Susan taunted, lifting her hand

snatched from her grasp.

see Lysander holding the papers, her