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

shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence,

seated, they all bent over backwards to flatter him, unable

schedule, took the time to be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of red wine

the bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

red,

of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll

Everhart, go to the bar

of her daze and quickly

took deep breaths,

and though Thalassa detested him,

Zane’s retinas were damaged by the alcohol, could he

Would Lysander subject her to

his office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through her.

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

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