The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The burly man was terrified, immediately raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't shoot, I haven't done anything yet, please don't shoot..."

His voice was thick with desperation.

The arrogance and lust that had filled him moments ago had vanished in an instant.

He was just a thug, looking for a taste of the forbidden fruit, but he wasn't ready to lose his life over it.

The cop kept the gun trained on him while pulling out handcuffs. Stepping forward, he secured the man's hands behind his back.

"Thalassa! Are you okay?" Hertha burst into the room, her heart tightening at the sight of Thalassa lying on the bed, a look of utter despair in her eyes. She quickly tore off the tape sealing Thalassa's mouth and anxiously untied the ropes binding her hands.

She wrapped her arms around

trying to offer comfort, "It's

words, tears streamed down Hertha's

hours had been a nightmare,

luck had been on her side as a police car passed by. Hertha had flagged it down, and after being rescued, she explained the situation to the officers. With her guidance, the officers quickly made their way to the motel, and with the authority of the law behind them, the front desk clerk dared not conceal which room the burly man had taken Thalassa to. Knowing the

car, thank goodness the burly man hadn't had the chance, thank goodness the

lip, trying not to cry, but tears fell unchecked, her

and despair were released,

tears falling freely, "Thalassa, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have suggested we

gone out, none of this would have happened. Hertha could only imagine the fear

your fault. Don't think like that. You saved me. If not for you,

Hertha hadn't arrived with the police in time, Thalassa's fate