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!”

needle finally came out. As the needle was freed from the tire, her body, due to the excessive force, toppled

braced herself for a painful

a solid,

the man’s chest with such force that

steady, tall with powerful legs, and had a tremendous sense

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

aura, Thalassa hurriedly

chiseled face, his deep–set

speech faltered, her heart skipped a beat. “Holy

of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair,

her, his

his powerful aura, nearly

retreated in fear. Realizing she was still holding the needle, she quickly hid it behind her, putting up

and she was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against

leaned in, his hot breath getting

familiar to her from a stormy night five years

lips were getting closer, and she