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.

as if she were

shaken by Lysander’s icy and commanding

bent over backwards to flatter him, unable to straighten their

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

bottle from Dante, saying, “Mr. Sinclair never drinks such

face turned red,

a few bottles of the good stuff stored here

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

out of her daze and quickly said,

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

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

by the alcohol, could he go

made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her

remembered the day in his office when he had demanded she kneel

she walked towards the

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