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.

a few heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped up the

for help, but

a suitable charger, but to no

were two chargers in the room, but

Without a charger, she

anxiety grew stronger, and she found it impossible to

bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and

soon

no one came looking

if she didn’t exist in the

set, nightfall came.

thought of Lysander’s return, her heart

face the reality. Come seven

engine of his car in the driveway.

already taut nerves wound tighter as she remained vigilant.”

in her room, listening

door creaked open, and a wave of

up to see