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.

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

icy and commanding

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

took the time to be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us

Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

face turned red, feeling embarrassed.

“I have a few bottles of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll

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

her daze

the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive

inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s response left her deeply

the

Would Lysander subject her

demanded she kneel before

towards the bar, only

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