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.

wouldn't want his help, he kept a respectful distance, silently

Thalassa's departure figures toward the

his veins were bulging 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 so observant, noticed

she realized something then - Lysander hadn't moved on from Thalassa. He was angry when Thalassa was close to Callum, and he was nervous enough to clench his fists

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hundred million, showcasing a greed that knew no bounds. Even if they

believing that killing Thalassa would only make her

maneuver ensured that Thalassa could

really using his wisdom to protect