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.

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

had planned to contact Hertha for help, but

room for a suitable charger,

in the room, but neither of

Without a charger, she was cut off

she found it impossible to

she paced in the master bedroom, her

by, and soon

room, and no one came looking

if she didn’t exist in

set, nightfall came.

the thought of Lysander’s return, her

had to face the reality. Come seven in the evening,

his car in

wound tighter as

silently in her room, listening to the faint

and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into

a beat. She looked up to see