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.

on her heel and stomped

Hertha for help, but

the room for a suitable charger, but

room, but neither of them can be

a charger, she was

grew stronger, and she

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

by, and soon it was

room, and no one came looking

didn’t exist in the Royal Estates.

sun set,

with the thought of Lysander’s return,

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

his car

wound tighter as she remained vigilant.”

stood silently in her room, listening to

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

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