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.

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

visibly shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding presence, trembling in silence, too intimidated to speak.

over backwards

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

saying, “Mr. Sinclair

red, feeling

have 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 name; they’ll hand over a bottle

her daze and quickly

as she left the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly.

severe punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested

were damaged by the alcohol,

if she made a mistake? Would Lysander

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

to steady her breath, she walked towards

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