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

of the

Thalassa seethed silently.

edged with a reminder, cut through her thoughts.

threat, laced with

Lysander’s fist. Lucky for him,

run-in had shown him Lysander’s formidable presence,

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

Lysander, Bruce was

was a lost cause-Lysander’s woman, yes, but she despised and plotted against

Only then could he bask in the reflected glory, have the

it!” Thalassa managed to reply, swallowing

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

Thalassa glowered, unmoving.

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