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!”

As the needle was freed from

for a

a solid, wide, lean,

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

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

he wrapped an arm around her waist and

strong masculine presence and his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized,

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

faltered, her heart skipped a

his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair,

a step towards her, his gaze intense and

by his powerful

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

go. Lysander leaned

his hot breath getting closer

from a stormy night five years ago,

were getting closer, and she nervously