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 was freed from the tire, her body,

for a

suddenly, she crashed into a solid,

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

strong, extremely steady, tall with powerful

instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled

cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry,

chiseled face, his deep–set

skipped a

quickly moved out of his embrace,

a step towards her, his

overwhelmed by his powerful aura,

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

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

hot breath getting closer and

so familiar to her from a stormy night five

crazy, his lips were getting closer, and she nervously turned her