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

to her throat as she reached

Susan hoisted them up high, making them

Thalassa’s voice quivered with rage, her eyes blazing.

didn’t say anything. Why are you getting so worked up?” Susan replied, her lips curled in a sly

staying by Lysander’s side had been dashed, she trembled with hatred. If she

bedpost notched by countless conquests. He had a peculiar habit of recording every encounter in a

know what Susan was up

and Bruce would come to light, especially now that her mother had only just

heaving in fury, Thalassa

it, I’m inclined not

snatched

around to see Lysander holding the papers, her bravado crumbling into