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.

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

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

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

executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of red wine to pour

saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

turned red,

good stuff stored here at the bar. I’ll

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

out of her daze and

the lounge, she took deep

punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the

were damaged by the alcohol, could he go

mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

in his office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of

a moment to steady her breath, she walked towards the

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