The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 930

Thalassa sidled up to the bar and dropped Ethan’s name. The bartender, true to his word, handed her a bottle of fine Merlot with a knowing nod.

Clutching the wine, Thalassa was about to make her way to the private booth when her phone erupted in her pocket, its vibrations impossible to ignore.

She fished out the device and stared at the number on the screen-unlisted, yet familiar. It had called before and left messages. Even without a contact name, Thalassa knew who it was.

The digits danced ominously on the display, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t want to answer, but the persistent buzzing in her hand was like a devil on her shoulder, reminding her of the terror of not picking up.

Taking a deep breath, Thalassa answered.

“Thalassa, why’d it take you so long to answer?” Bruce’s icy voice oozed through the speaker, as expected.

Teeth gritted, Thalassa shot back, “Bruce, what the hell do you want?”

Her breath came in waves, anger surging within her.

booths. Remember our deal. Miss this chance, and I can’t vouch

of the

Thalassa seethed silently.

with a reminder, cut through her

carried a clear threat, laced with

mall and ended up on the wrong side of Lysander’s

had shown him Lysander’s formidable presence, an influence unmatched by

to a flame, knowing if he could just tie himself to Lysander by marrying off his daughter, he’d be untouchable, a made man that no one would

wariness of Lysander, Bruce was hellbent on

woman, yes, but she despised and

his other daughter, Susan, into Lysander’s arms. Only then could he bask in the reflected glory, have the money-grubbing businessmen fawning

Thalassa managed to reply, swallowing her

the approaching figure of Susan, who greeted her with a saccharine smile. “Sweet sister, hand over the wine, will you?”

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.