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.

if she were a stranger to him. He took a

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

bent over backwards to

be with us,” one executive said with a bow. “Indeed, Mr. Sinclair,

saying, “Mr.

turned red, feeling embarrassed.

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

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

her daze and quickly said, “Right

as she left the lounge, she took deep breaths,

severe punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thalassa detested him, the intensity of Lysander’s response left

the alcohol, could

she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to

had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through

towards the bar, only to have

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