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.

the bar, and I’ve heard that Lysander’s tucked away in one of the booths. Remember our deal. Miss this chance, and I can’t vouch for

threat of the

Thalassa seethed silently.

Bruce’s voice, edged with a

clear threat,

wrong side of Lysander’s fist.

Lysander’s formidable

to Lysander by

was hellbent on becoming his in-law.

a lost cause-Lysander’s woman, yes, but she despised and plotted against Bruce, bringing him no

into Lysander’s arms. Only then could he bask in the reflected glory, have the money-grubbing businessmen fawning over him, and make a

Thalassa managed to reply, swallowing

the approaching figure of Susan, who greeted her with

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.

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