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.

landing a solid kick to the manager’s gut. The hefty man flew backward, landing with a thud 1 echoed through the lobby,

rushing towards him. They immediately halted in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were

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

his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably. He watched helplessly as Callum

of that kick, he knew he was no match for

then did

the open fields, bending the

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

go, turning away, pretending nothing had happened. Lysander simply watched her for a

black 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

minutes later, they landed on the Sinclair Group’s rooftop helipad.