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

for a

a

chest with such force that it would’ve knocked an

tall with powerful legs,

he wrapped an arm around her

his cold, intimidating aura, Thalassa hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t

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

heart skipped

moved out of his embrace, nervously saying, “Mr. Sinclair, what a

a step towards her, his

overwhelmed by his powerful

was still holding the needle,

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

his hot breath getting closer

her from a stormy night five years ago, when

getting closer,