The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

The cigarette was burning, and Lysander pinched it between his fingertips. Smoke curled around him,

but his handsome face was still as sharp as a knife, with a cold intimidating aura that made the air

around him seem to stand still.

Thalassa was so nervous she didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.

She stood there, staring at Lysander’s increasingly captivating face. He was strong and tall, with a

golden ratio physique and an incredibly noble

demeanor.

He exuded masculine charm from head to toe.

Sure, there were plenty of rich guys out there, but Lysander was the only rich and handsome dude with

a body like an international supermodel. He was a man standing at the top of the pyramid.

Countless women tried to cozy up to him, hoping to become his gal, but none of them got the chance.

And here Lysander was, offering Thalassa this opportunity, asking her to be his woman, and she was

still taking her sweet time considering it.

No one would believe it.

But Thalassa was truly scared. Being Lysander’s woman would definitely not be a walk in the park.

Moreover, this would increase the chances of him finding out about the kids.

Thalassa really didn’t want to agree.

But if she didn’t, he would make her life a living hell.

She was in a real pickle.

When she said she needed to think about it, she was actually just stalling.

Deep down, she didn’t want to say yes.

She thought that if she asked for time to think, Lysander would let her be.

But she didn’t expect that he would resort to such a method, making her balance a tall glass on her

head, and she could only remove it when she made up her mind.

What if she never made her mind up? Or what if the glass fell and broke?

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Thalassa didn’t dare to ask, nor did she dare to find out the consequences of a broken glass.

She had no choice but to suck it up and stand there.

Because of the constant swaying of the glass, she had to keep her body straight, leaning slightly to

maintain the balance of the glass.

For a short while, it was a piece of cake, but as time went on, it became a torture.

Three hours passed.

Thalassa’s legs were aching from standing, and her neck was stiff and immobile.

She pushed herself to stay upright, but her trembling legs gave out, and the tall glass slipped off. As

she reached out to catch it, her legs buckled, and she ended up kneeling before Lysander.

He was sitting, and she was kneeling in front of him. It was an awkward and embarrassing position.

Rubbing her sore cheeks, Thalassa was about to speak.

“No use begging,” Lysander’s intimidating voice cut her off.

Thalassa’s lips twitched.

She hadn’t even started talking and he already stopped her.

She wanted to get up, but her legs were jelly, devoid of strength.

All she could do was stay kneeling, hands massaging the aching muscles in her thighs. Her eyes were

filled with frustration as she asked helplessly, “So, will you give me anything I want?”

“Of course, except for rejecting me.” Lysander snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Leaning back on

the couch, he looked at her with his deep-set eyes. Thalassa was so upset she couldn’t even cry.

She was about to tell him, that since he would give her anything she wanted, she wanted to avoid

being his woman.

He cut her off. He predicted her prediction.

She was simply no match for Lysander.

This couldn’t go on forever.

Thalassa decided to agree temporarily and wait for the right moment to take the kids and flee.

“Alright, Mr. Sinclair, remember to keep your promise,” she said.

The corners of Lysander’s mouth lifted slightly, and a spark flashed in his deep eyes, “Stand up and

kiss me.”