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.

close in, landing a solid kick to the manager’s gut. The hefty

tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were just hired hands making a modest wage, and risking their lives

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

back on his feet, the pain in his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably. He watched

the force of that kick, he knew he was no

only then did she realize he had

bending the plants around them in

lifted off, Thalassa felt her heart leap into her throat, fear gripping her

her, his presence overwhelming, causing her heartbeat to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had

away, all belonging to Lysander’s entourage of bodyguards. How many people had he brought with him? Was it

both shocked and comforted Thalassa. Even though Lysander didn’t love her, he always appeared when she was in danger. Yet his coldness

later, they landed on the