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.

turned on her heel and stomped

planned to contact Hertha for help, but her phone had

through the room for a suitable charger, but

two chargers in the room, but neither of them can

she was cut off from the outside world.

stronger, and she found

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

and soon it was afternoon.

no one came looking for

was as if she didn’t exist

the sun set, nightfall came.

thought of Lysander’s return, her heart pounded

the reality. Come

heard the engine of his car in the

already taut nerves wound tighter as

room, listening to the faint

wave of cold, intimidating air swept

She looked up to see Lysander, tall and imposing, his aura overpowering