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 stranger to him. He took a seat where

were visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding

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

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 red wine to pour

grabbed the bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such low-grade stuff.”

turned red, feeling

stored here at the bar. I’ll have my secretary fetch them.”

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

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

she took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting

and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of

Zane’s retinas were damaged by the alcohol, could he go

a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such

he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a

she walked towards the

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