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.

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

of the video

Thalassa seethed silently.

voice, edged with a reminder, cut through her

threat, laced with malice.

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

Lysander’s formidable presence,

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

was hellbent on becoming his in-law.

but she despised and plotted

to push his other daughter, Susan, into Lysander’s arms. Only then could he bask in the reflected glory, have the money-grubbing businessmen fawning over him, and make a pretty penny.

managed to reply, swallowing

gaze drifted to the approaching figure of Susan, who greeted her with a saccharine smile. “Sweet

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.