The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 53

Whoa, he actually yanked her up.

That “yank” she mentioned wasn’t literally pulling her

Mr. Sinclair, not only was he bad at understanding language, but his comprehension was a bit off too.

Thalassa’s feet were off the ground, she was trying her best to stand on her tiptoes. Her other hand was tightly gripping the tray afraid that the red wine inside would fall and shatter.

That was worth twenty grand

On one side was a twenty-grand bottle of wine, and in front of her was the man’s cold face, deep inside his eyes. Who knew what he’s thinking? Thalassa felt the pressure; her heartbeat was racing, and she was very nervous

Her eyes were blinking nervously, her eyelashes trembling, and her voice was weak and helpless: “Mr. Sinclair, don’t lose it; let me go first; I can’t breathe.” She was wearing a tight V-neck shirt, the collar was tugged up by him, his fist was pressing on her throat, and his knuckles were blocking her breath. Her throat was so hurt that she was nearly suffocating

Thalassa was very scared. In front of the manly Lysander, she felt as weak as an ant; he could squash her at any moment.

to a lack of oxygen. Looking down, her

box, the three other men

gaze would inevitably

displeased, and let

was falling backward. She tried her best to steady

to the

same time, the tray and the

bottle broke into pieces on the

wine was

care about the pain

the ground, broken glass and red wine were

knelt down. Looking at the mess on the floor,

pressure so

she couldn’t even pay it off

make money, not to

getting less and less,

for her to bring money back to

huge pressure and the compensation of twenty grand, she couldn’t hold it in so