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!”

freed from the tire, her body, due to the

for a painful

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

such force that

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

an arm

cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized,

his chiseled face,

her heart skipped a beat. “Holy cow,

embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what

a step towards her, his gaze intense

felt overwhelmed by his powerful

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

was cornered with nowhere to go. Lysander leaned against the

in, his hot breath

masculine scent enveloped her, a scent so familiar to her from a

heart pounded like crazy, his lips were getting closer,