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

to contact Hertha for help,

through the room for a suitable charger, but to no

chargers in the room, but neither of them can be

dead. Without a charger, she was cut

stronger, and she found

in the master bedroom, her heart pounded

by, and soon

didn’t leave her room, and no one came looking

as if she didn’t exist in

sun set,

Lysander’s return, her heart pounded with fear.

reality. Come seven in the evening, Lysander was

engine of his car in the driveway.

nerves wound tighter as

silently in her room, listening to

of cold, intimidating

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