The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 973

As Lysander made his exit, a parade of hulking bodyguards fell into step behind him, their commanding presence leaving the hotel in a formidable procession of power.

The moment they were out of sight, the hotel manager, who had been bracing himself against the onslaught of his intimidating guest, finally allowed his trembling body to collapse onto the floor. His face buried in his hands as he wept.

“What am I going to do? My life’s work is in ruins, I’m bankrupt. My family, they’re all counting on me…” the manager sobbed, his voice steeped in despair. “You’ve been profiting from other people’s misery, and shutting down might be the best thing for the public good. The rot inside this hotel runs deep; you can’t tell me you’re oblivious to the scandals that have occurred under your roof,” Callum said coldly, addressing the broken man before him.

The hotel was riddled with systemic flaws, a breeding ground for corruption and decay. Employees had colluded with outsiders, preying upon countless innocent women.

As the proprietor, the manager couldn’t possibly have remained utterly unaware of the whispers and rumors.

To possess knowledge of such wrongdoing and yet allow it to fester, to take no action to rectify the situation, was tantamount to profiting from evil. Shutting down the hotel was a mere slap on the wrist for the manager. He deserved to lose everything, to be thrown behind bars, to truly understand the depths of despair.

stunned, tearfully looking up at Callum. “You

do you know I don’t have any evidence? Wait until the police get their hands on what I’ve got,

and walked away, his smile fading in an instant, his eyes icy

to Leopold and an entrepreneur in the electronics industry, but he was also a journalist, and his work

corrupt businessman exposed receiving their just

there. He had come to gather evidence and to investigate. Fate had led him to cross paths with Thalassa, and

was struck by a wave of panic. He scrambled to his feet and lunged at Callum, grabbing his arm in a desperate plea. “The hotel’s already on the brink of collapse, sir.

only with a chilling sense of justice and disgust for corrupt

showing mercy to the

I didn’t do those things,” the manager blurted out in a frantic defense.

sooner had he spoken than he realized his fatal slip-up, but it was too late for

been aware all along of the crimes committed by your staff. You’ve stood by and