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!”

came out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due

braced herself for a

suddenly, she crashed into a solid, wide, lean, and

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

strong, extremely steady, tall with

wrapped an arm around

his strong masculine presence and his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I

panicked gaze, she saw his chiseled face,

heart skipped a beat. “Holy cow,

of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr.

took a step towards her,

felt overwhelmed by his powerful aura, nearly

she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it

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

leaned in, his hot breath getting

so familiar to her from a stormy night five years ago,

lips were getting closer, and she nervously turned her face