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.

were a

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

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

bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair, please, let us share a drink,” Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of

saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

red,

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

“Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my

daze and quickly said,

took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly.

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

if she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing

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

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