The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 212

Thalassa stood in front of a black Rolls Royce, its polished surface still gleaming with a luxurious sheen, even in the absence of light.

She did a lap around the car and noticed a punctured tire.

The tire was flat causing one side of the car to sit lower than the other.

Crouching down, Thalassa inspected the tire closely. Near the ground, she spotted a silver needle embedded in the rubber.

That was the culprit that punctured the tire.

She reached out to grasp the end of the needle, pulling with all her might to yank it out.

But the needle was lodged deeply, and despite her efforts, it wouldn’t budge.

Perhaps it was because she couldn’t muster enough strength while crouching that she stood up, bent over, and gave it her all, gripping the end of the needle.

One, two, three!

“Whoosh!”

freed from the tire, her body, due to

for a painful

a

the man’s chest with such force that it would’ve knocked an

man was strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful legs, and

didn’t even flinch, instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist

cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t

her panicked gaze, she saw his chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like eyes–handsome

faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy cow, it’s

his embrace,

a step towards her, his gaze

by his powerful aura,

Thalassa retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle,

hit the car, and she was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against

leaned in, his hot breath getting closer

scent so familiar to her from a

getting closer, and she nervously turned