The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 370

The man on the other end of the line was as cold as a winter wind, chilling to the bone.

His voice was icy and devoid of warmth as he commanded, “From now on, not even a grain of bread should reach her!”

Fitch felt a chill running down his spine, his heart pounding for Thalassa, but he dared not defy Lysander’s orders. He managed a response, “Yes, Mr. Sinclair”

The line went dead before he could finish his statement.

Fitch looked up at Thalassa, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with anger yet a glimmer of hope.

Feeling sorry, Fitch suggested, “Ms. Everhart, perhaps you should rest in your room.

Upon hearing his words, Thalassa knew she had failed.

She had used hunger as a weapon, yet Lysander still refused to let her go.

Thalassa clenched her fists, her heart aching with pain and anger. Her breathing became heavy as she stood there, processing the harsh reality.

few heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs.

for help,

room for a suitable charger, but

but neither of them can be

Without a charger, she was cut off from the outside

stronger, and she found it impossible to

bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and discomfort.

and soon it

no one came looking for

didn’t exist in the Royal

set, nightfall came.

thought of Lysander’s return, her heart pounded with

Come seven in the

his car in

tighter as she remained vigilant.”

in her room, listening to the faint sounds outside.

wave of cold,

She looked up to see Lysander, tall and imposing,