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 he had done to

throat as she reached out to snatch the

hoisted them up high, making them

playing at?” Thalassa’s voice quivered with rage, her eyes blazing.

say anything. Why are you getting so worked up?” Susan replied, her lips curled in

Susan’s hope of staying by Lysander’s side had been dashed, she trembled with hatred. If she couldn’t have Lysander, she would make sure Thalassa neither.

had a peculiar habit of recording every encounter in a file, even printing them out on paper. The descriptions of the women and their

know what Susan was up to, her instincts screamed trouble.

that the ordeal with Evelyn and Bruce would come to light,

fury, Thalassa roared, “Give me

I will. But now that you want it, I’m inclined not to!” Susan

the documents were snatched from her grasp.

the