The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

The black car, reflecting the colorful neon lights, slowly parked next to Thalassa.

The window rolled down, revealing a man with an incredibly handsome and stern face.

He looked at Thalassa. His deep eyes emanated a chill under the street lights.

This made Thalassa stiffen with nerves.

Why would Lysander show up now?

For the past few days, Lysander had hardly sought her out.

She thought it was because Charlotte had visited him at the company, and considering his fiancée, he

didn’t make any inappropriate demands or actions towards Thalassa.

She never expected that he would show up this late.

Thalassa was too terrified to speak. She wanted to run away, but the powerful aura of the man

paralyzed her feet.

“Aren’t you going to get in? Do I need to come out and invite you personally?” Lysander’s cold voice

rang out.

Thalassa snapped back to reality.

Could she run away?

Probably not. If she ran back now and was caught by Lysander, and he found out about the four kids at

home, things would get even more complicated.

Nervous, Thalassa opened the car door and got in.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely tense, the air seemingly frozen, making it hard for

Thalassa to breathe.

The car started, adjusted its direction, and drove out of the neighborhood.

Nervously, Thalassa asked, “Mr. Sinclair, where are you taking me?”

Lysander didn’t answer, his face expressionless, his hands on the steering wheel, driving faster.

Anxious, Thalassa said, “Mr. Sinclair, please stop the car. I need to go back.” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

The four kids were still sleeping at home, with no adult around. If they woke up and couldn’t find their

mother, they would be scared.

She couldn’t bear the thought of the kids waking up, not finding any adult around, and crying at home.

Lysander glanced at her in the rearview mirror, coldly saying, “Thalassa, my patience has its limits!”

Thalassa’s hand, which was about to open the car door, froze, unable to move. The icy chill emanating

from the man made her tremble.

Soon, the car stopped in the most bustling part of the city, a residential area full of luxurious villas.

The black Rolls-Royce stopped in the yard of a villa. Lysander got out of the car, opened the back door,

grabbed Thalassa’s wrist, and took her out of the car.

His hand was like a vice, squeezing her wrist painfully. Thalassa struggled, “Mr. Sinclair, let me go. Let

me go home!”

She was both nervous and worried.

Worried about Lysander’s intimidation and about the four children at home.

“Sir, you’re back,” the butler, Fitch, greeted them at the door.

Lysander ignored him, still holding Thalassa’s wrist, leading her into the hall, and throwing her onto the

couch. He leaned over her, one foot on the floor and one knee on the edge of the couch, trapping

Thalassa between him and the couch.

He grabbed her chin, and lifted up her face to look at him. His handsome face seemed frozen,

“Thalassa, it seems you don’t take my words seriously. Do you enjoy spending time with Leopold that

much?”

Thalassa was terrified, looking into his deep and icy eyes, her heart racing, “Mr. Sinclair, you

misunderstand. He came to return something of mine today.”

As she finished speaking, the hand holding her chin tightened, her brows furrowed with pain.

Lysander clenched his teeth, his cold breath on her face as if to freeze her, “Why was your stuff with

him? Can you explain?”

His icy eyes fell on the men’s clothes she was wearing, the chill in his eyes deepening like a cold wind.