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

for

for a

were two chargers in the room, but neither of them can be used.

charger, she was cut off from the

and she found it impossible to

master bedroom, her heart pounded with

flew by, and soon it

leave her room, and no

as if she didn’t exist

set,

with the thought of Lysander’s return,

face the reality. Come

of his car in the driveway.

wound tighter

silently in her room, listening to the faint

door creaked open, and a wave of cold, intimidating air swept into the room.

skipped a beat. She looked up to see Lysander, tall and imposing, his aura