The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lysander's chilly eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the wheels of his wheelchair, ready to push himself towards Thalassa.

"Thalassa!" Callum, quick on his feet, rushed forward to support Thalassa. His voice was laced with concern, "Thalassa, are you badly hurt? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"

Thalassa swallowed hard, her throat aching as if slashed by a knife, her heart constricting with pain. Her voice trembled as she replied, "No need, I'll just head home, clean the wound with some antiseptic, and slap on a band-aid."

She steadied herself, silently slipping her hand out of Callum's grasp. With her back to Lysander, she could feel his cold, merciless stare piercing through her.

It sent chills down her spine and a stabbing pain in her heart.

Without looking back or catching Lysander's eye, she stumbled forward.

faltering steps. Knowing she wouldn't want his help, he kept a respectful distance, silently accompanying

watched as Callum and Thalassa's departure figures toward

on his hand back. His handsome face was tense, his eyes cold, and his cold aura was nearly enough to freeze the air around him. Rosalind, ever

on from Thalassa. He was angry when Thalassa was close to Callum, and he was nervous enough to clench his fists when she

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to a hundred million, showcasing a greed that knew no bounds. Even if they had given her all that money, she wouldn't have simply let Thalassa go - her ambitions would

trick the kidnapper into believing that killing Thalassa would only make her a tool in a murder, leading

that Thalassa could

was really using his wisdom to protect Thalassa's