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.

Lysander didn’t spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He took a seat where Ethan had

were visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in

bent over backwards to flatter him,

truly honored, Mr. Sinclair, that you, despite your busy 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

Dante, saying, “Mr.

face turned red, feeling embarrassed.

bottles of the good stuff stored here at the bar.

go to the

out of her daze and quickly said, “Right away.”

took deep breaths, the oppressive

punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s response left

by the alcohol, could he go blind?

a mistake? Would

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

her breath, she walked towards the bar, only to

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