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

icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too intimidated to speak.

bent over backwards to

the time to be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed,

saying, “Mr. Sinclair never

red, feeling

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

Everhart, go to the bar

out of her daze and quickly

as she left the lounge, she took deep

his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of

by the

made a mistake? Would Lysander

remembered the day in his office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through

towards the bar, only to have her

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