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.

spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to him. He took a seat

icy and commanding presence, trembling in

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

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

saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade stuff.”

face turned red, feeling

“I have a few bottles of the good stuff stored here

turning to Thalassa, who was still standing rigidly, he commanded, “Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name; they’ll hand over a

her daze and quickly said,

as she left the lounge, she took deep

words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s

by the

mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such cruelty?

kneel

she walked towards the bar, only to have her

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