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.

breaths, she turned on her

contact Hertha for help,

room for a suitable

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

a charger, she was

she

the master bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and discomfort.

soon it

her room, and no one came looking for

was as if she didn’t exist in the Royal

sun set, nightfall came.

thought of Lysander’s return, her heart pounded

face the reality. Come seven in the evening, Lysander was back.

of his car in the driveway.

tighter as

silently in her room, listening to the faint

of cold, intimidating air

looked up to see Lysander, tall and