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.

foot shot out before he could close in, landing a solid kick to the manager’s gut. The hefty man flew backward, landing with a thud 1 echoed

towards him. They immediately halted in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were just hired hands making a modest wage,

his tall frame

pain in his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble

kick, he knew he was no match

Thalassa onto the helicopter, and only then did she realize he had arrived

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

felt her heart leap into her throat, fear gripping her as she instinctively

She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened. Lysander simply watched her for a moment before looking ahead again.

Lysander’s entourage of bodyguards. How many people had he

Lysander didn’t love her, he always appeared when she was in danger. Yet his coldness and

ten minutes later, they landed on