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.

the ordeal, Lysander didn’t spare Thalassa a glance, as if she were a stranger to

icy and commanding presence,

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

truly honored, Mr. Sinclair, that you, despite 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

“Mr. Sinclair

turned red, feeling embarrassed.

have a few bottles of the good stuff stored here at

“Ms. Everhart, go to the bar and mention my name; they’ll

daze and quickly

took deep breaths, the oppressive

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

were damaged by the alcohol,

mistake? Would

she kneel before him, causing a shiver of fear to run through her.

towards the

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