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!”

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

for

into a solid, wide, lean,

force that it would’ve knocked an average

was strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful legs, and had a tremendous sense

flinch, instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her

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

his chiseled face, his deep–set features, and his star–like

skipped a beat. “Holy

of his embrace, nervously

towards her,

overwhelmed by his

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

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

hot breath getting closer and

scent so familiar to her from a stormy

lips were getting closer, and she nervously