The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The burly man was terrified, immediately raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't shoot, I haven't done anything yet, please don't shoot..."

His voice was thick with desperation.

The arrogance and lust that had filled him moments ago had vanished in an instant.

He was just a thug, looking for a taste of the forbidden fruit, but he wasn't ready to lose his life over it.

The cop kept the gun trained on him while pulling out handcuffs. Stepping forward, he secured the man's hands behind his back.

"Thalassa! Are you okay?" Hertha burst into the room, her heart tightening at the sight of Thalassa lying on the bed, a look of utter despair in her eyes. She quickly tore off the tape sealing Thalassa's mouth and anxiously untied the ropes binding her hands.

The moment the ropes fell away, Thalassa seemed to breathe anew. She wrapped her arms around Hertha, crying softly, her fear pouring out.

gently patting her back, trying to offer comfort, "It's okay, you're safe

words, tears streamed down Hertha's

had been a nightmare, filling her

the situation to the officers. With her guidance, the officers quickly made their way to the motel, and with the authority of the law behind them, the front desk clerk dared not conceal which room the burly man had taken

for the roadside police car, thank goodness the burly man hadn't had

lip, trying not to cry, but tears

despair were released,

even more, her tears falling freely, "Thalassa,

hadn't gone out, none of this would have happened. Hertha could only imagine the fear and despair

as she shook her head, "It's not your fault. Don't think like that. You saved me. If