The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1363

Lysander glanced skyward, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he spotted a helicopter slicing through the air, hurtling toward the Thalassa family estate at breakneck speed.

Years of training had honed his instincts to a razor’s edge, and every fiber of his being screamed danger.

With a face set in grim determination, he yelled into the house, “Thalassa, grab Astrid and get out here-now!”

Barely pausing for breath, Lysander bolted inside, his features taut with the urgency of impending battle.

Inside, Thalassa was shucking corn with Astrid, oblivious to the threat. At the sound of Lysander’s commanding voice, she mistook it for another of his domineering tactics, the kind he used to make her bend to his will.

She didn’t move, her mind stubbornly rehearsing her newfound independence. She had finally cut ties with Lysander and was determined not to be under his thumb ever again.

But in the next heartbeat, Lysander’s towering figure stormed in, grabbed Thalassa’s hand, and dragged her toward the door.

“Boom!”

from the distance, striking the Thalassa estate

and debris flying, walls collapsing in a cloud of dust and

scream tore through the chaos,

cried out, her mind reeling from the blast. The

through her haze of disbelief, filling her with a desperate,

pierced the air, Thalassa’s body moved on instinct, her legs carrying back toward the house, back to rescue her aunt.

she turned to run back inside, the wall beside her gave way with a thunderous

her with his

with another deafening “boom,” the wall collapsed

the full weight of the wall bearing down on him, a muffled

around her. Despite the debris raining down on his back, lacerating his flesh and grinding his bones, his arms remained unyielding, never once faltering

split open,