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.

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 through

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

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

on his feet, the pain in his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them

the force of that kick, he knew he was no match for Callum.

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

engine roared to life, the sound reverberating across the open fields, bending the plants around them in

her throat, fear gripping her as

to stumble. She quickly let go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened. Lysander simply watched her for a

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

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

later, they landed on the Sinclair Group’s rooftop