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

Hertha for

for a suitable

the room, but neither of them

dead. Without a charger, she was cut off

stronger, and she found it impossible

she paced in the master bedroom, her heart pounded

and soon it was afternoon.

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

didn’t exist in the Royal Estates.

the sun set, nightfall came.

Lysander’s

face the reality. Come seven

of his car in

wound tighter as she remained vigilant.”

silently in her room, listening to the faint sounds

wave of cold, intimidating

see Lysander, tall and imposing,