The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 992

“Invite me to lunch?” Thalassa thought she had misheard, her response tinged with disbelief.

“Yeah, my wife found out you’re my daughter. She’s been pretty harsh to you and your mom before, and I was making a scene about getting a divorce. Now she’s regretful and wants to invite you over for a meal, apologize, and accept you as my daughter.” Bruce emphasized the word “daughter” as if to remind Thalassa of her newfound, publicly acknowledged status.

“And why exactly should your marital spats involve me?” Thalassa spat back with contempt. If it weren’t for Bruce’s despicable threat of leaking that video online, she wouldn’t even consider picking up his calls.

“Are you saying you don’t want to come?” Bruce’s voice, once feigning kindness, turned icy.

“Why should I have to?” Thalassa struggled to keep her anger at bay, her disgust evident.

“Let’s put it this way. I didn’t come home last night, and my wife was checking up on me. I told her I was with you-my daughter. What could I possibly do to you? She didn’t believe me. She wants you to come over for a meal to figure out if we were really together last night.” Bruce’s voice was cold and unadorned with any pretense.

Thalassa felt a tightness in her chest, a suffocating pain fueled by fury.

phone so hard she thought it might

to bring up last

he not realize how vile and utterly devoid

to her, and now he had the gall to use her status as his daughter as a cover, deceiving his wife, trying to absolve

speak, her breathing ragged with rage, biting down on her anger to avoid lashing

to see you within the hour, otherwise,

hung up, confident she would come. He had

the phone in her hand a testament to her restraint

wasn’t to blame. It was Bruce who deserved

for

the perfect opportunity to get his

used earlier to drop the kids at school, Thalassa followed the GPS out of the driveway.

an hour later, she arrived