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.

bar, and I’ve heard that Lysander’s tucked away in one of the booths. Remember our deal.

threat of the video

Thalassa seethed silently.

Bruce’s voice, edged with a reminder, cut through

a clear threat, laced with

had tried to pawn off a necklace at the mall and ended up on the wrong side of Lysander’s fist. Lucky for him, some good Samaritan had rushed him

had shown him Lysander’s formidable presence,

it like a moth to a flame, knowing if he could just tie himself to Lysander by marrying off his daughter, he’d

Bruce was hellbent

but she despised and plotted against Bruce, bringing him

then could he bask in the

swallowing

figure of Susan, who greeted her with a saccharine smile. “Sweet sister,

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.

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