Chapter 929

In a dimly lit VIP lounge, Zane’s head was forcibly yanked up by one bodyguard as another snatched the untouched glass of bourbon from Thalassa and forced some of it down Zane’s throat before cruelly dousing the rest into his eyes.

“Ah! Mr. Sinclair, I was wrong, and I swear I won’t do it again. Please… have mercy…” Zane’s eyes burned fiercely as he screamed for mercy.

Thalassa, pale as a ghost, stood petrified, too terrified to utter a word.

She had always known Lysander to be ruthless, but witnessing his methods firsthand was utterly chilling.

“Throw him out,” Lysander commanded coldly.

The bodyguards dragged Zane away, his cries fading into the distance outside the lounge.

Thalassa remained frozen in place, not daring to even glance at Lysander.

“Mr. Sinclair, welcome! Please, have a seat,” Ethan greeted with a warm smile, pulling out a chair for Lysander.

Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger

other executives were visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too intimidated

Lysander was seated, they all bent over backwards

said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let

“Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade

turned red, feeling

stored

the bar and mention my name; they’ll hand over a bottle of the top-shelf liquor.”

her daze and

soon as she left the lounge, she took deep

for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa

the alcohol, could he go

she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to

a moment to steady her breath, she walked towards the bar,

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