The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 974

“Look, whether I spill the beans or zip it, that’s my call. And who the hell are you to question me?” Callum shot back with a challenging glare.

The hotel manager, fuming by now, squared up to him. “I may not have a say in your business, but make no mistake-you’re not dragging me down wit you. You’re not walking out of here today, not on my watch!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Callum replied coolly.

Without another word, he turned his back on the manager and strode toward the exit.

The manager was a portly man, his beer belly a testament to many a night spent indulging in the bar. With fists clenched in anger, he resembled a bull about to charge, eyes locked on Callum, ready for a showdown.

As Callum approached, the manager let out a guttural roar and lunged forward, aiming to tackle him to the ground.

to the manager’s gut. The hefty man flew backward, landing with a thud 1

in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were just

off the confrontation, Callum walked away, his tall frame disappearing out

abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably. He watched helplessly as Callum left, frustrated and worried about what secrets might be revealed about

that kick, he knew he was no match for Callum.

helicopter, and only then did she realize he had arrived by air.

to life, the sound reverberating across the open fields, bending the plants around them in the wake of the

Thalassa felt her heart leap into her throat,

She quickly let go, turning

line of black vehicles driving away, all belonging to Lysander’s entourage of bodyguards.

her, he always appeared when she was in danger. Yet his

landed on the Sinclair Group’s rooftop