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.

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

cast a brief, intimidating glance at the security guards rushing towards him. They immediately halted in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all,

walked away, his tall frame disappearing

feet, the pain in his 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

he knew

then did she realize he had

bending the plants around them in the wake of

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

to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened.

vehicles driving away, all belonging to Lysander’s entourage

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

landed on the Sinclair Group’s